[ looks thoughtful for a second, peering down at his glass as he tries to rattle the thoughts around in his head... ]
... I'm not happy about any of it. [ he thinks that much is obvious, but still ] I'm worried about Jiao. I'm worried about Jing Yuan.
I'm worried about all the heartache that people are going to carry from this, because even if you do your best—you should never have someone's life so suddenly thrust into your hands.
Everyone already died a physical death. I wish they didn't have to be hurt emotionally as well.
Me too. [Maybe Jing Yuan worries him less, considering his staggering lack of contact with him. But still, generally.
He does find it a bit hard to drum up the words to respond. Because Yves is right. It shouldn't have happened this way. People shouldn't have to hurt, full stop. But it did, and they do, and he can come up with some recycled line from a soapy B-grade movie, or he can try to say something that means something and fall flat on his ass. Neither appeals.
So he becomes Irish.]
Ah, me foine boyo, ye've got the hart of a saint ye do, as bleedin' as any that died for the Lahrd! Praise be ye, and pray ye never lose sight o' that sunshiney disposition o' yers. Tis a rare ting to find! Rare indeed.
UNFORTUNATELY WHAT HAPPENS IS THAT YVES JUST... LAUGHS....!!!! the sound is startled out of him, so suddenly that he looks genuinely shocked that he couldn't even muster a laugh... and yet he just lets it happen. he laughs, placing a hand over his chest as he catches his breath ]
Oh, Monsieur Richie....
[ still laughing a little, residual lil quakes in his shoulders, before he goes to refill richie's glass ]
If I can bring even half as much joy to people as you do, Monsieur Richie, I think I'd be very fortunate indeed.
[All right, he laughs a little too. More softly and with eyes averted, still feeling sheepish. God. Bill would know what to say about things. He was the writer. The cooler head. Richie just shot the shit in a thousand different voices.]
Easy, easy, you trying to take advantage of me? [But no, he'll happily take a second shot. He might cut it off there though.] Trust me Yves, the people here take a lot of joy in your company. You've got the lot of them wrapped around your finger.
[ RICHIE IS RIGHT FOR IT HE'S PERFECT because this laugh is what yves needed, after a whole day of tension. he grins, amused ]
I wouldn't say it's like that... but if I can help bring comfort to people in any way, then I'm pleased to do so. I hope you know that you do the same, is all. I'm not happy that we've met in death.... but I'm happy that I've gotten to meet you at all.
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... I'm not happy about any of it. [ he thinks that much is obvious, but still ] I'm worried about Jiao. I'm worried about Jing Yuan.
I'm worried about all the heartache that people are going to carry from this, because even if you do your best—you should never have someone's life so suddenly thrust into your hands.
Everyone already died a physical death. I wish they didn't have to be hurt emotionally as well.
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Me too. [Maybe Jing Yuan worries him less, considering his staggering lack of contact with him. But still, generally.
He does find it a bit hard to drum up the words to respond. Because Yves is right. It shouldn't have happened this way. People shouldn't have to hurt, full stop. But it did, and they do, and he can come up with some recycled line from a soapy B-grade movie, or he can try to say something that means something and fall flat on his ass. Neither appeals.
So he becomes Irish.]
Ah, me foine boyo, ye've got the hart of a saint ye do, as bleedin' as any that died for the Lahrd! Praise be ye, and pray ye never lose sight o' that sunshiney disposition o' yers. Tis a rare ting to find! Rare indeed.
[Slaps him on the back and finishes his shot.]
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RICHIE!!!!
UNFORTUNATELY WHAT HAPPENS IS THAT YVES JUST... LAUGHS....!!!! the sound is startled out of him, so suddenly that he looks genuinely shocked that he couldn't even muster a laugh... and yet he just lets it happen. he laughs, placing a hand over his chest as he catches his breath ]
Oh, Monsieur Richie....
[ still laughing a little, residual lil quakes in his shoulders, before he goes to refill richie's glass ]
If I can bring even half as much joy to people as you do, Monsieur Richie, I think I'd be very fortunate indeed.
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Easy, easy, you trying to take advantage of me? [But no, he'll happily take a second shot. He might cut it off there though.] Trust me Yves, the people here take a lot of joy in your company. You've got the lot of them wrapped around your finger.
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I wouldn't say it's like that... but if I can help bring comfort to people in any way, then I'm pleased to do so. I hope you know that you do the same, is all. I'm not happy that we've met in death.... but I'm happy that I've gotten to meet you at all.
I hope that's alright to say.