"Shall we go somewhere?" Marius offers. He doesn't think she should be standing when he fully explains what's happened back in Paris, somewhere after her time. And, selfishly, he can admit he could use something warm to wrap his hands around for this conversation. "There's a cafe that sells decent tea and pastries, for an American cafe," he adds with a small smile, weak though it may be.
He's glad, though, when she twines her fingers with his. It makes her feel more real; more solid. More full of warmth and alive.
"It is madness," he agrees. "For I can think of nothing else that makes sense as an explanation. But this madness can be good, sometimes, I think."
"No, you didn't," he says, trying to speak lightly about the situation and failing. "But I think it would be better if we speak of this over warm drinks and food."
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Date: 2017-12-10 12:05 pm (UTC)He's glad, though, when she twines her fingers with his. It makes her feel more real; more solid. More full of warmth and alive.
"It is madness," he agrees. "For I can think of nothing else that makes sense as an explanation. But this madness can be good, sometimes, I think."
"No, you didn't," he says, trying to speak lightly about the situation and failing. "But I think it would be better if we speak of this over warm drinks and food."