[ Maybe he'll tell him about how convinced Hector was that he said the truth about not going to the cult later. Maybe not at all. He swans in, drops his booze bag on a couch/table/windowpane/whatever is nearby, pulls one out -- ]
[ and fucking flinches like he'd just gotten a brick dropped over the top of his head. ]
He's not my husband.
[ is the answer he manages to muster, but he's totally looking in the opposite direction at the moment. ]
[ Part of him, of course, believes that they will be back together before long. How else could it possibly go? There was nobody else good enough for either of them. And yet that cold dread won't let go of him. That maybe this is it, and he'll be forced to live the rest of his life as half a man. ]
[ There's maybe a middle ground there somewhere, and he manages to toss a nonchalant reply a few moments later, ]
Few weeks, maybe. So yeah, nobody's gonna be looking for my body. [ He shrugs with a wry grin. Changed your mind yet? ] Since when do you care, anyway?
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[ Maybe he'll tell him about how convinced Hector was that he said the truth about not going to the cult later. Maybe not at all. He swans in, drops his booze bag on a couch/table/windowpane/whatever is nearby, pulls one out -- ]
[ and fucking flinches like he'd just gotten a brick dropped over the top of his head. ]
He's not my husband.
[ is the answer he manages to muster, but he's totally looking in the opposite direction at the moment. ]
[ Part of him, of course, believes that they will be back together before long. How else could it possibly go? There was nobody else good enough for either of them. And yet that cold dread won't let go of him. That maybe this is it, and he'll be forced to live the rest of his life as half a man. ]
[ There's maybe a middle ground there somewhere, and he manages to toss a nonchalant reply a few moments later, ]
Few weeks, maybe. So yeah, nobody's gonna be looking for my body. [ He shrugs with a wry grin. Changed your mind yet? ] Since when do you care, anyway?