[A promise may sustain one during the wait, but it cannot be food for the present. Something must first be absent to necessitate its creation and he is painfully aware of what will be gone come the morning. This serenity between them will be twain, and send them their separate ways: Edmond to the docks, Hans to the study. Again, the walls of society will bear down on them, forcing them to reconvene in neglected gardens, behind closed doors, in quiet and dark spaces devoid of people and God's watchful eye.
How could Edmond be satisfied with being hidden, when he burned so bright? His poor North Star. His mistreated sun. Hans drops his eyes to their legs.
He does not move away. In fact, he becomes very still.]
Do you...? [The question dies before it can be finished. Hans licks his lips and tries again.] Are you comfortable like this?
[Is this a joke? Are you offering me your love? Please don't hurt me. Please don't think ill of me.]
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How could Edmond be satisfied with being hidden, when he burned so bright? His poor North Star. His mistreated sun. Hans drops his eyes to their legs.
He does not move away. In fact, he becomes very still.]
Do you...? [The question dies before it can be finished. Hans licks his lips and tries again.] Are you comfortable like this?
[Is this a joke? Are you offering me your love? Please don't hurt me. Please don't think ill of me.]