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[lebeau_diable]

It's an age old tradition. Alcohol.

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[speed_of_snark]

Well, I'm not. I'm practical.

[lebeau_diable]

Maybe that's part of th problem? You're maybe too practical.

[speed_of_snark]

Why are you so determined to have me admit I'm a lonely old bastard?

[lebeau_diable]

Cause once you admit it t'someone you gotta do somethin' t'fix it. Ain't like you t'accept you ain't perfect, oui?

[speed_of_snark]

[Stare. Glare.]

...I don't need to change, LeBeau. I'm not unhappy. I have enough sex, and money. Not all of us enjoy pining after someone for years and years.

[lebeau_diable]

You talkin' bout wantin someone though Jean Paul. You're pinin you just don't know over who.

[naturaldisasster]

[Well now her mood has brightened significantly.

She gets comfortable with her drink.] Merci. And how d'you even go about bein' a better teacher? It ain't exactly like a muscle y'can exercise, is it?

[speed_of_snark]

You sound like my sister.

[lebeau_diable]

should probably say somethin’ If both of us sayin’ th same thing.

[speed_of_snark]

That you're both mistaking what YOU want for what I do?

[lebeau_diable]

Well you know... goin' t'class. Gradin' papers.. that sort of thing.

[naturaldisasster]

[SNORT.]

Y'mean t'tell me... You weren't doin' that already? [And then she breaks down into peals of helpless laughter.]

[lebeau_diable]

I do it... on occasions. Figured I'd do it better this year. More.

[lebeau_diable]

Non. You said it yourself you're lonely an want someone.

[speed_of_snark]

I did not!

[lebeau_diable]

Boy, don't argue. You said plenty bout it.

[speed_of_snark]

'Boy'?! [That's it, fuck English. Straight to French.]

I am nearly forty fucking years old, don't call me boy.

I appreciate that you've found love, Remy, I do. But I don't think that you understand that for some of us it's just not... it's not a thing.

[lebeau_diable]

Only 'cause you wont let it be. I reckon' you fight it awful hard.

[speed_of_snark]

[A sullen silence.]

...ouais. I do.

[lebeau_diable]

[Remy softens a touch.]

So. What are we gonna do bout it?

[speed_of_snark]

Not a goddamn thing.

[lebeau_diable]

Pourquoi?

[speed_of_snark]

Because I don't want to change and I'm terrified of losing more people I love? Pick one. [But he doesn't sound angry. Just tired.]

[lebeau_diable]

Never thought I'd live t'hear th day you'd admit t'bein afraid of somethin'

[speed_of_snark]

I'll deny it. Probably five minutes from now.

I don't think it takes a genius to figure out I may have abandonment issues.