[The arrival of the note itself isn't out of the ordinary. Rhy often slides notes like this under his door, invitations that pull him out of his moods. The second half of the message, though, starts to depart from the routine he's gotten comfortable with. Something I'd like to speak on steps close enough to we need to talk that his heart plunges into his stomach for a second.
Maybe Rhy just has something on his mind, like he did the night of the gala in Hayle; maybe Wilhelm has become someone he feels comfortable opening up to. He tries not to read into it too much. He spends a lot of time that way: walking a fragile line, trying not to fall.
He catches Rhy after dinner and sets a time and place for the following day. Tea, he picks, because he wants to see how Rhy will accomplish it. Wine doesn't require glasses, as they've proved many times before, but tea is much fussier to take mobile. The hours Wilhelm has to get through until then drag along and crash ahead all at once. Finally, he finds Rhy at a familiar spot in the garden. Swiping a hand through his hair, trying on a grin, he approaches.]
How did you convince them to let you take all this stuff out here?
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Maybe Rhy just has something on his mind, like he did the night of the gala in Hayle; maybe Wilhelm has become someone he feels comfortable opening up to. He tries not to read into it too much. He spends a lot of time that way: walking a fragile line, trying not to fall.
He catches Rhy after dinner and sets a time and place for the following day. Tea, he picks, because he wants to see how Rhy will accomplish it. Wine doesn't require glasses, as they've proved many times before, but tea is much fussier to take mobile. The hours Wilhelm has to get through until then drag along and crash ahead all at once. Finally, he finds Rhy at a familiar spot in the garden. Swiping a hand through his hair, trying on a grin, he approaches.]
How did you convince them to let you take all this stuff out here?
[Like he doesn't know how persuasive Rhy can be.]