[A long pause follows, Timm's words echoing in the loudness filling the club, the dance floor. Feeling his jaw setting, Claude gets to his feet, slinging his leather jacket over his shoulders, not even staying still long enough to slip his arms into the sleeves. Shit, what a fucking arsehole. What a fucking --]
No. [Chipped and cold. Usually, the coolness scales in their relationship is maintained by Vincent, but Vincent isn't here. Fire and brimstone aside, Claude is fully capable of freezing Hell over.] I'm not here to stay.
[He doesn't thank the other man for the drink (Timm gets too much for free at Krass, king of his castle) or bid him goodnight before turning around, facing the exit, a sea of men in various stages of undress stretching out between him and salvation. Well, Moses did it. So, he breaches the waves. In every way that matters.
Maybe there's an email from Vincent waiting for him back at the apartment.]
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No. [Chipped and cold. Usually, the coolness scales in their relationship is maintained by Vincent, but Vincent isn't here. Fire and brimstone aside, Claude is fully capable of freezing Hell over.] I'm not here to stay.
[He doesn't thank the other man for the drink (Timm gets too much for free at Krass, king of his castle) or bid him goodnight before turning around, facing the exit, a sea of men in various stages of undress stretching out between him and salvation. Well, Moses did it. So, he breaches the waves. In every way that matters.
Maybe there's an email from Vincent waiting for him back at the apartment.]