It's inhabited by a bunch of drama queens, to be honest.
[ Claude watches Jean Louis over the rim of his glass, watches how he swirls his wine first, like a connoisseur. The man is older than him by a decade, but doesn't present himself as old in any way. Still, their age difference does come across, he senses it in their interaction, though not in any inherently bad way. Jean Louis certainly isn't Rainier. His face blanks for a second, before he manages to pick himself up, quickly adding: ]
Myself included, of course.
[ The smile isn't 100 percent sincere. Taking another sip of his wine, he looks out the windows, watches a couple with a dog crossing the street, the uneven cobblestones. The woman is wearing a pair of very high heels and he doesn't envy her the balancing act.
It occurs to Claude that, besides this date, he hasn't been seeing any men since he came to Luxembourg. He only socialises with the other ballet dancers and then returns to his apartment late at night to sleep. Work and sleep. Shit, he used to be such a social individual, what the fuck happened? Of course he knows what happened. It has a name, too.
He blinks. The hand holding the glass drops a little, he isn't spilling, he's just... recalling. ]
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[ Claude watches Jean Louis over the rim of his glass, watches how he swirls his wine first, like a connoisseur. The man is older than him by a decade, but doesn't present himself as old in any way. Still, their age difference does come across, he senses it in their interaction, though not in any inherently bad way. Jean Louis certainly isn't Rainier. His face blanks for a second, before he manages to pick himself up, quickly adding: ]
Myself included, of course.
[ The smile isn't 100 percent sincere. Taking another sip of his wine, he looks out the windows, watches a couple with a dog crossing the street, the uneven cobblestones. The woman is wearing a pair of very high heels and he doesn't envy her the balancing act.
It occurs to Claude that, besides this date, he hasn't been seeing any men since he came to Luxembourg. He only socialises with the other ballet dancers and then returns to his apartment late at night to sleep. Work and sleep. Shit, he used to be such a social individual, what the fuck happened? Of course he knows what happened. It has a name, too.
He blinks. The hand holding the glass drops a little, he isn't spilling, he's just... recalling. ]