[ A year-long cruise. Now that's some real rich people shit. And, Riz reflects, a true leap of faith on Hallariel's part; after spending about a week straight with Gilear, he tries to imagine being stuck with him on a boat for an entire year and has to withold a shudder considering the sheer volume of yogurt-related crimes and probable drowning incidents they'd go through in a single month.
More than that, the idea of staying all alone in a big, empty house is a little nightmarish to Riz. Sure, he and his Mom can go days without seeing each other, both entirely consumed in their work and odd hours, but it's... different to just miss each other. Sure, it gets lonely. But there are notes on the fridge held up by kitschy magnets, pots of coffee waiting for each other, wrapped-up leftovers, text messages of I'll do the dishes, don't touch them! But Fabian looks -- fine with it? Maybe? Riz doesn't really want to harsh his vibe. ]
Well, you are eighteen, [ he concedes with the conviction of a sixteen year old's idea of what constitutes as an adult, and with the air of someone just trying to figure out what to say. ] Kinda sucks that they're gonna be gone for so long, though. Are you... liking having the place to yourself? I guess you can probably do whatever you want now.
[ Probably having, like, a lot of sex. That's very important to Fabian. The only thing more important to Fabain, Riz considers, is the now-extinct repelling force of the possibility of Gilear walking in on him -- you know. Doing it. ]
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[ A year-long cruise. Now that's some real rich people shit. And, Riz reflects, a true leap of faith on Hallariel's part; after spending about a week straight with Gilear, he tries to imagine being stuck with him on a boat for an entire year and has to withold a shudder considering the sheer volume of yogurt-related crimes and probable drowning incidents they'd go through in a single month.
More than that, the idea of staying all alone in a big, empty house is a little nightmarish to Riz. Sure, he and his Mom can go days without seeing each other, both entirely consumed in their work and odd hours, but it's... different to just miss each other. Sure, it gets lonely. But there are notes on the fridge held up by kitschy magnets, pots of coffee waiting for each other, wrapped-up leftovers, text messages of I'll do the dishes, don't touch them! But Fabian looks -- fine with it? Maybe? Riz doesn't really want to harsh his vibe. ]
Well, you are eighteen, [ he concedes with the conviction of a sixteen year old's idea of what constitutes as an adult, and with the air of someone just trying to figure out what to say. ] Kinda sucks that they're gonna be gone for so long, though. Are you... liking having the place to yourself? I guess you can probably do whatever you want now.
[ Probably having, like, a lot of sex. That's very important to Fabian. The only thing more important to Fabain, Riz considers, is the now-extinct repelling force of the possibility of Gilear walking in on him -- you know. Doing it. ]