[A very refined gentleman has arrived home with a very unconscious young man, the latter draped over the shoulder of the former. Nothing about this circumstance is benign.]
[He touches Alex's arm, very obviously nervous. He starts mumbling to him, like it'll help something.] I'm so sorry, Alex, I am so, so sorry...
[When he sits he sits as close to Alex as he can, constantly flashing worried looks at the boy. When he looks at Diogenes, though, he looks shut down. Dead. Trapped.] ...What do you want to know.
[He lifts his head a little - at least, gets it to sag less obviously - with a long expelled breath of relief. He even manages to focus on the end of Jay's tag.]
What the fuck was that stuff?
[His voice is a bit too loud and a bit too fast, at least to the people listening, as though he's trying to talk over something.]
It was merely absinthe, my dear boy. Nothing lethal, I assure you.
I've not even given him an excess of it, Jourdain, du calme. Though he did ingest it rather quickly. [Like had a choice. A pause. He looks vaguely concerned.] He'll likely be ill in a short while, you might want to move a trash receptacle over to his chair in the near future.
But enough with the tawdry details of imbibing! [He stands up and begins gesturing grandly.] I'm very happy for both of you. Quite unorthodox, of course, but since when have I required you to adhere to the established order of things? Now, in the future, I would prefer that the situation not come to this. [Sternly.] You understand, Jourdain, he did nothing wrong, but you had to be disciplined. I expect honesty at all times and you are well aware of that. What kind of father would I be if I did not instill these values in you?
... [Shakes his head, disbelievingly.] ... okay. I understand... Father. I'll.... [oh he's so forcing himself to say these words.] ..be more forthcoming with pertinent information in the future.
[A pause. He's staring at Alex, very worried.] ..Can I keep him in my room until he sleeps this off..? If his parents found him like this...
[And then he gets to watch J struggle with Alex, dragging him off towards his room awkwardly. He's careful not to jostle Alex too much, as he doesn't want puked on, and he has to do everything in the dark, as to not affect Alex's eyes...
And the entire time he's muttering "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry" under his breath.]
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[When he sits he sits as close to Alex as he can, constantly flashing worried looks at the boy. When he looks at Diogenes, though, he looks shut down. Dead. Trapped.] ...What do you want to know.
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Everything, I think.
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...There's not much to tell.
....We're together. That's it.
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For how long?
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[...It's been a long time, he knows, at least. He glances at Alex.]
...At least a year.
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[Fuck everything else, they're blinding him. He's squinting, and his speech is somewhat slurred, his lips senseless.]
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A year? My, my. You must be getting serious.
[He smiles for a moment. He's more enjoying J being put on the spot than anything.]
And I assume, given the duration of the relationship, that you are both happy?
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[He stands, quickly dims the lights, hurries back over. Takes his place back beside Alex with a very worried look.]
..Yeah. We are. [He thinks. He's happy, at least.]
...Just how much of that did you give him?!
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What the fuck was that stuff?
[His voice is a bit too loud and a bit too fast, at least to the people listening, as though he's trying to talk over something.]
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It was merely absinthe, my dear boy. Nothing lethal, I assure you.
I've not even given him an excess of it, Jourdain, du calme. Though he did ingest it rather quickly. [Like had a choice. A pause. He looks vaguely concerned.] He'll likely be ill in a short while, you might want to move a trash receptacle over to his chair in the near future.
But enough with the tawdry details of imbibing! [He stands up and begins gesturing grandly.] I'm very happy for both of you. Quite unorthodox, of course, but since when have I required you to adhere to the established order of things? Now, in the future, I would prefer that the situation not come to this. [Sternly.] You understand, Jourdain, he did nothing wrong, but you had to be disciplined. I expect honesty at all times and you are well aware of that. What kind of father would I be if I did not instill these values in you?
[I don't know, maybe a better one.]
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[A pause. He's staring at Alex, very worried.] ..Can I keep him in my room until he sleeps this off..? If his parents found him like this...
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Yes, I suppose. I trust you both to keep the sordid details of this conversation to yourselves?
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... Will you help me untie him?
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He walks over and unties them easily before stepping away, arms behind his back.]
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And the entire time he's muttering "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry" under his breath.]
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Ah, young love. May God bless this union.