[Silco didn't move as Richard approached, and he was keenly aware of the frostiness around his lover even when they were close. It was perhaps the only reason he didn't close the distance to touch Richard; he knew that kind of mood left no question for distance even when they were next to each other. His mismatched gaze followed the younger man through the motions of pouring, noting that excess that Richard decided to indulge in. An interesting choice.
Perhaps his lover wished to celebrate this new acquisition and their little tiff by throwing down and getting drunk. That was not a state that he allowed himself often, the loss of control too dangerous for one in his position. Perhaps less here, but he liked the clarity of mind even when indulging now and again.
For him, the issue of their relationship was closed. He had no interest in revisiting the topic and would simply carry on being careful and obfuscated. He would keep things professional only on the network if they had to speak, and face-to-face interactions in public were business affairs only. He'd listen for rumors and do everything he could to squash them. It shouldn't be difficult; the sister had already laid the seeds to many that he was incapable for fostering positive relationships. It was time to recirculate such things.
As a show of good faith, he pushed off of being seated half on the desk and returned to his own chair after Richard did.]
If I had to make an educated hypothesis, you think she makes me weak. She's a distraction to my potential, a limiting factor that turns my head away from what must be done. She's brazen, chaotic, tortured and sucks all the air out of a room when she enters. ['She's a problem and we all know it'. However, he would never entertain such opinions. He tipped his head to observe Richard with his good eye.] Anywhere close?
[He lifted his glass towards his lips, pausing before it arrived there.] Or perhaps you're disconcerted with some jealousy?
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Date: 2024-11-10 09:26 pm (UTC)Perhaps his lover wished to celebrate this new acquisition and their little tiff by throwing down and getting drunk. That was not a state that he allowed himself often, the loss of control too dangerous for one in his position. Perhaps less here, but he liked the clarity of mind even when indulging now and again.
For him, the issue of their relationship was closed. He had no interest in revisiting the topic and would simply carry on being careful and obfuscated. He would keep things professional only on the network if they had to speak, and face-to-face interactions in public were business affairs only. He'd listen for rumors and do everything he could to squash them. It shouldn't be difficult; the sister had already laid the seeds to many that he was incapable for fostering positive relationships. It was time to recirculate such things.
As a show of good faith, he pushed off of being seated half on the desk and returned to his own chair after Richard did.]
If I had to make an educated hypothesis, you think she makes me weak. She's a distraction to my potential, a limiting factor that turns my head away from what must be done. She's brazen, chaotic, tortured and sucks all the air out of a room when she enters. ['She's a problem and we all know it'. However, he would never entertain such opinions. He tipped his head to observe Richard with his good eye.] Anywhere close?
[He lifted his glass towards his lips, pausing before it arrived there.] Or perhaps you're disconcerted with some jealousy?