The blue twilight has deepened into full night by the time Adrian emerges, padding near-silently through on the way to the kitchen.
"Hey," Dan calls. There's a question in his voice. Adrian's been holed up in his study all afternoon, and sometime around three hours ago, he stopped responding to Dan's notes. In hindsight, Dan probably went a little overboard in response, but it helped him resist the growing temptation to invade Adrian's cherished inner sanctum outright. He'll just plan to find the stack of little paper scraps and toss them tomorrow anyway.
Adrian reappears (he's probably just put the kettle on, if experience is any indication) and comes around to sit next to Dan on the couch. "Good evening." His face is calm, but the circles under his eyes are more sharply defined, and Dan sighs inwardly.
But then Shadow twines himself around Adrian's ankles, and Adrian looks down. "Hello there," he says quietly, leaning down to stroke him. "Vous êtes déjà revenue de Paris, hein? I take it the all-cat cabaret in Montmartre didn't work out. Pity."
He looks up at Dan, then, with a smile, and Dan's not worried anymore.
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branchandroot
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Date: 2010-02-05 02:51 am (UTC)"Hey," Dan calls. There's a question in his voice. Adrian's been holed up in his study all afternoon, and sometime around three hours ago, he stopped responding to Dan's notes. In hindsight, Dan probably went a little overboard in response, but it helped him resist the growing temptation to invade Adrian's cherished inner sanctum outright. He'll just plan to find the stack of little paper scraps and toss them tomorrow anyway.
Adrian reappears (he's probably just put the kettle on, if experience is any indication) and comes around to sit next to Dan on the couch. "Good evening." His face is calm, but the circles under his eyes are more sharply defined, and Dan sighs inwardly.
But then Shadow twines himself around Adrian's ankles, and Adrian looks down. "Hello there," he says quietly, leaning down to stroke him. "Vous êtes déjà revenue de Paris, hein? I take it the all-cat cabaret in Montmartre didn't work out. Pity."
He looks up at Dan, then, with a smile, and Dan's not worried anymore.