[Each moment of affection feels like a scrap to Hans' starving appetite. The times their hands have brushed over each other; the looks they shared; the way Hans has to be oh-so-careful to keep the joy from his voice when he talks about his "dear friend." He wants to hold Edmond's hand; wants to kiss his cheek before his family; wants to speak freely of his adoration without hesitation.
And-- to hear Edmond affirm those feelings makes his heart flutter.]
Bah, you'll have no trouble convincing the world you're a paramour. You speak with such earnestness... it's enough to make a cynic like me dissolve into a helpless romantic.
[Hans moves away so he can pick up his journal and lantern. Turns to Edmond, the smile on his face illuminated by the flickering candlelight.]
It's cold out here. I think I've had my fill of stars for tonight.
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And-- to hear Edmond affirm those feelings makes his heart flutter.]
Bah, you'll have no trouble convincing the world you're a paramour. You speak with such earnestness... it's enough to make a cynic like me dissolve into a helpless romantic.
[Hans moves away so he can pick up his journal and lantern. Turns to Edmond, the smile on his face illuminated by the flickering candlelight.]
It's cold out here. I think I've had my fill of stars for tonight.