[The smart thing to do would be to move on. An author lives entirely at the whim of his readers. What sort of stability can he give to Edmond, aside from chaining him to the shore? But when he kisses Hans so tenderly - when he leans close to him like this, beneath the light of the stars - he can pretend for a moment that everything will be okay.
Hans lets out his breath.]
... if you think about it, then we're technically engaged to one another.
[Ridiculous, considering how they're both men. But--]
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[The smart thing to do would be to move on. An author lives entirely at the whim of his readers. What sort of stability can he give to Edmond, aside from chaining him to the shore? But when he kisses Hans so tenderly - when he leans close to him like this, beneath the light of the stars - he can pretend for a moment that everything will be okay.
Hans lets out his breath.]
... if you think about it, then we're technically engaged to one another.
[Ridiculous, considering how they're both men. But--]
Aren't we?