It would have been a lark, the little reminder of all those agonizing dinners (or the ones he can remember anyway through the haze of the drink), but Crozier immediately pales. It’s not his adventures here that he’s thinking of, but rather the ones Fitzjames missed after being buried. He always thinks of them, even when he tries so desperately not to. He stares back at him, unable to even conjure up an awkward smile, looking at the still-gaunt face that seemed so frail even now.
There’s time, he’d said. He believed it then. It was a lie.
He breaks eye contact to look away, licking his lips as he tries looking past the snow coating the windowsill. “You’ll have to be more specific,” he manages. “Every week it’s something.”
It isn’t though he means to keep it all secret, it’s the timing of the thing. Yes, timing. It’s the time that threw him, made him uncomfortable. He hadn’t been expecting to jump so soon into adventures, even if Fitzjames hadn’t meant anything by the quip. If he’d had the time to prepare then maybe he wouldn’t be sweating in his seat and unable to look at Fitzjames in the eye.
He’ll ask a question next about Milton, or the Darkwalker, or this little cottage and the fact that he’s found himself a roommate. Anything but what they both really need to address.
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It would have been a lark, the little reminder of all those agonizing dinners (or the ones he can remember anyway through the haze of the drink), but Crozier immediately pales. It’s not his adventures here that he’s thinking of, but rather the ones Fitzjames missed after being buried. He always thinks of them, even when he tries so desperately not to. He stares back at him, unable to even conjure up an awkward smile, looking at the still-gaunt face that seemed so frail even now.
There’s time, he’d said. He believed it then. It was a lie.
He breaks eye contact to look away, licking his lips as he tries looking past the snow coating the windowsill. “You’ll have to be more specific,” he manages. “Every week it’s something.”
It isn’t though he means to keep it all secret, it’s the timing of the thing. Yes, timing. It’s the time that threw him, made him uncomfortable. He hadn’t been expecting to jump so soon into adventures, even if Fitzjames hadn’t meant anything by the quip. If he’d had the time to prepare then maybe he wouldn’t be sweating in his seat and unable to look at Fitzjames in the eye.
He’ll ask a question next about Milton, or the Darkwalker, or this little cottage and the fact that he’s found himself a roommate. Anything but what they both really need to address.