[ Bastien shakes his head, quick and reflexive, at imposition. But he doesn't argue out loud.
Perhaps it's his fault that they can't just talk about it. Perhaps if he'd talked to her when he was hurt and unsure—when he thought Byerly was asking to fool around with him while he only loved her and Bastien wasn't sure he could stand it, when he didn't know what to make of their one foray beyond kissing being sandwiched between Byerly drinking himself stupid over Alexandrie and saying yes to her after all. She did ask him why he was waiting. He'd written, Maybe when you are back. But then he didn't want her to feel sorry about anything when she was so happy, so he didn't.
Or perhaps if he talked to her now, about that morning. Maybe if he put some of his feelings into her hands, they might feel more like members of the same little club, puzzling their way through something difficult together.
But he doesn't want her to feel sorry about anything when she's so unhappy, either. So he doesn't. ]
Well, if he is unreasonable with you about it, [ with all possible fondness, ] we can open the bad wine, when you feel like it, and go through the new Panopoly of Faces to see if there is anything to make fun of.
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Perhaps it's his fault that they can't just talk about it. Perhaps if he'd talked to her when he was hurt and unsure—when he thought Byerly was asking to fool around with him while he only loved her and Bastien wasn't sure he could stand it, when he didn't know what to make of their one foray beyond kissing being sandwiched between Byerly drinking himself stupid over Alexandrie and saying yes to her after all. She did ask him why he was waiting. He'd written, Maybe when you are back. But then he didn't want her to feel sorry about anything when she was so happy, so he didn't.
Or perhaps if he talked to her now, about that morning. Maybe if he put some of his feelings into her hands, they might feel more like members of the same little club, puzzling their way through something difficult together.
But he doesn't want her to feel sorry about anything when she's so unhappy, either. So he doesn't. ]
Well, if he is unreasonable with you about it, [ with all possible fondness, ] we can open the bad wine, when you feel like it, and go through the new Panopoly of Faces to see if there is anything to make fun of.