[Either Ferdinand’s apology appeases something in Hubert, or the way his friend eases into his periphery forces him to meet his gaze. Regardless, he’s earned a searching look in return, brows still at a slant, mouth tugging downwards.]
Yes, I agree. I might even say that the feeling is mutual.
[Though Ferdinand will continue to work in ways that Hubert occasionally deems ineffective, or needlessly affable, he has learned that there is wisdom in observation. Many times he’s watched the other open up surprising opportunities, new routes to walk; ones that otherwise never would’ve unhinged their gates with Hubert’s duplicitous tactics.]
But it is as you say — that is work. Not… romance. [The word falls awkwardly off his tongue, like he speaks another language. Hubert is not the sentimental sort. Romance and all it encompasses lies in a realm beyond his understanding.]
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Yes, I agree. I might even say that the feeling is mutual.
[Though Ferdinand will continue to work in ways that Hubert occasionally deems ineffective, or needlessly affable, he has learned that there is wisdom in observation. Many times he’s watched the other open up surprising opportunities, new routes to walk; ones that otherwise never would’ve unhinged their gates with Hubert’s duplicitous tactics.]
But it is as you say — that is work. Not… romance. [The word falls awkwardly off his tongue, like he speaks another language. Hubert is not the sentimental sort. Romance and all it encompasses lies in a realm beyond his understanding.]