[An author's greatest asset is his words. But what's most precious to said author is a reader who can understand what's omitted. Hans does everything in his power to keep his heart shut, hides it all beneath barbs of sarcasm and bitterness. Edmond, though, somehow always slips his way through. He's truly grateful for that.
So, hand in hand, Hans walks in with him. He eases himself onto Edmond's bed, fingers laced together as he watches his companion move about.]
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So, hand in hand, Hans walks in with him. He eases himself onto Edmond's bed, fingers laced together as he watches his companion move about.]
... do you have any drinks?
[hans you fucking alcoholic]