Post by bunny on Apr 4, 2021 4:05:56 GMT
"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'RE LEAVING ME," Henry laments over his brandy, staring at Connor across him. He's been drinking a little more than usual lately -- it has been an exceptionally hard few weeks for him. Alfred left, and Henry got invited to the wedding. He had to attend, and it felt spiteful. He'd excused himself quite early, citing stomach trouble, and ever since he has hardly been outside. He needs to hide his feelings from everyone else.
Though, Connor has somehow become this person that Henry trusts with these feelings. He is sinking deeper and deeper into despair, and he needs something. "I know that Paris is. . . beautiful, and the food is good, but Paris?" He asks quietly, brows furrowing. "We've finally become friends, and you were hardly in London anyway..." He sinks down further into the chair. This isn't about Connor. Not really. But he wishes that there was something. . . He thought to ask to go to Edinburgh to escape the suffocation of London, but that was off the table.
Unless. . . "Would I be. . ." He trails off for a moment, trying to word this well with his mind swirling, "imposing if I asked to come with you? Perhaps to help you get... settled. I... if I stay in London a moment longer, I may die of sadness." Let it be known that Henry Granville can be dramatic when he wishes to be. He turns to give Connor the eyes of a puppy dog, big and round and terribly melancholy.
Tag: Connor Morrison
Though, Connor has somehow become this person that Henry trusts with these feelings. He is sinking deeper and deeper into despair, and he needs something. "I know that Paris is. . . beautiful, and the food is good, but Paris?" He asks quietly, brows furrowing. "We've finally become friends, and you were hardly in London anyway..." He sinks down further into the chair. This isn't about Connor. Not really. But he wishes that there was something. . . He thought to ask to go to Edinburgh to escape the suffocation of London, but that was off the table.
Unless. . . "Would I be. . ." He trails off for a moment, trying to word this well with his mind swirling, "imposing if I asked to come with you? Perhaps to help you get... settled. I... if I stay in London a moment longer, I may die of sadness." Let it be known that Henry Granville can be dramatic when he wishes to be. He turns to give Connor the eyes of a puppy dog, big and round and terribly melancholy.
Tag: Connor Morrison
