[Perfect is what he has to be. Aristocracy didn't take kindly to outsiders butting in. The moment he stepped foot in Copenhagen, Hans knew he'd spend the rest of his life performing.
But Edmond... Edmond, with his sweeping gestures and starry eyes, with a sincerity unmatched by anyone he's met before, he lifts the yoke from Hans's shoulders and still smiles at what he sees. The realization turns his face bright red, and he blurts out before he loses his courage:]
I'll stay with you tonight. In your room.
[He averts his eyes.]
Close to you, I mean. If you really feel so strongly towards me.
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But Edmond... Edmond, with his sweeping gestures and starry eyes, with a sincerity unmatched by anyone he's met before, he lifts the yoke from Hans's shoulders and still smiles at what he sees. The realization turns his face bright red, and he blurts out before he loses his courage:]
I'll stay with you tonight. In your room.
[He averts his eyes.]
Close to you, I mean. If you really feel so strongly towards me.