I have it all arranged, you know. I built my own cottage so I didn't have to answer any questions about why everything is so low to the ground. There's no stairs to anywhere.
[ He's quiet a moment, thinking of how he had tried to convince himself it was merely an aesthetic choice. How he never had any real hope of Charels coming to even see what he had built, let alone live there. How many years it's been since he was ready for this, but couldn't find the courage to ask.
How terrified he was on the way to Paris, still unsure that Charles would accept his invitation. The feeling that this was his last chance.
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I have it all arranged, you know. I built my own cottage so I didn't have to answer any questions about why everything is so low to the ground. There's no stairs to anywhere.
[ He's quiet a moment, thinking of how he had tried to convince himself it was merely an aesthetic choice. How he never had any real hope of Charels coming to even see what he had built, let alone live there. How many years it's been since he was ready for this, but couldn't find the courage to ask.
How terrified he was on the way to Paris, still unsure that Charles would accept his invitation. The feeling that this was his last chance.
He's pouting now. ]
Tired of waiting. [ He mutters sullenly. ]