[ Thank you. He does purposely choose cleavage to be comfortable and sometimes he likes how it looks. Do not stare for too long.
Only going to raise an eyebrow at that. ]
If my clothes aren't to your liking, you'd just need to tolerate them long enough to shop for your own.
[ It's no big deal, but... Mm. He tosses the idea around in his head about visiting. ]
Back to medieval times, but one with wyverns. [ That is a perk as if seeing the other people from Heaven isn't already one, yet he goes quiet. ] ... Frankly, you're the only one I care to see from there.
[ Oh... He wouldn't mind going shopping. Claude actually does like creature comforts like fancy clothes and pretty jewelry. It makes him feel nice. Another reason he won't tease Jacopo too much about his cleavage.
But his attention shifts elsewhere. For a second, he almost feels a little wiggly at the response, like when someone gives you a compliment and you're too awkward to know how to respond. Which is strange, because he can usually accept compliments with ease. Yes, he does know that he has a big brain when it comes to getting out of sticky situations.
Then again, maybe it's not a compliment. It could just be because he's already weaselled his way here.
Gently rubs his face to disguise any reaction. ]
Really? [ Well, he doesn't think Jacopo is BFFs with Saber or Yves. ] You know, both Yves and Adolphe are there.
[ Though, they are still... together... so it could be uncomfortable for him. He doesn't know. ]
[ Claude can see large shopping malls later. It'll be a fun little trip full of exploration and discovery.
Jacopo doesn't see it much as a compliment as it's simply the truth. It is in part that Claude shoved his way in... He appeared at the airport and approached him like nothing has changed—well, nothing had for Claude. He bypassed Jacopo's worries and hesitance by wedging himself back into his life, forcing him to condense what could have taken months, or maybe years, into days.
It is difficult for Jacopo to ignore how different he is now. With the way he's dressed, with where he lives, even in how he thinks. They may be echoes that translate and assimilate to the period and time he's in, but he isn't the same and there's some guilt in that. He had changed for the better, but he lost what made him similar to the people he cared for.
His rational mind knows he's still himself, but there are parts of him that don't make him the same. There are a thousand years' worth of parts and it lets the irrational side of him fester. Rejection is a scary thing... But Claude remedied it, only between them. ]
I know. [ It came with the memories. He hasn't forgotten all the people Claude offered some kind of refuge. ] I hope they're living a happy life.
[ He doesn't say a word about seeing or talking to Adolphe, but the smile that plasters onto his lips is full of sincerity. Torn in two, he considers a safe distance even if he deeply misses him. He loved him and he still does, but Jacopo can stand back and reaffirm that it's better this way. He said such foolish things back then, had foolish dreams and hopes... So blinded by the warm feeling in his chest that threatened to burst. Adolphe reminded him what it felt like to not be alone, to be understood.
But Jacopo should have remembered he was doomed and cursed, so he's grateful that Adolphe didn't take his hand to know new misery. It's better that he doesn't know.
No one needs to know, except for Claude he supposes. Jacopo gestures to him with an open hand. ]
That just leaves you. Don't feel too special.
[ But Claude is special, one where Jacopo decided he won't add multiple pretenses. As much as Jacopo would like to see Marcoh, he won't be going for his own desires. It'll be to reunite him and Daan, to ease both of their anxieties and regrets. There's Jonas whom Jacopo intends to check on, but not overstay. Heaven isn't a place for mortals and Jonas made plenty of friends in AllStars. ]
[ He's mostly joking, teasing because he's still awkward around sincerity. But he is genuinely grateful. He knows that Jacopo has his insecurities about relationships and where he stands with others, and while he doesn't fully grasp the nature of how he'd changed throughout everything that had happened to him, he can imagine that such a long time had given those thoughts plenty of time to rear their ugly heads.
And really, he doesn't know how much of their friendship is the same and how much will be different, because he doesn't really know how much Jacopo's grown and changed. Will he be irritated if Claude refers too often to how things used to be? Because it's not a "used to be" for him, it's only "a little while ago".
He doesn't want to pressure him to feel like he has to be the person he was in heaven, but he doesn't know how to... not to that, either. That person is all he knows.
But, strangely enough, he's not really intimidated by all these uncertainties. Even if he missteps or they stumble or Jacopo gets angry, he feels like it'll be okay. Which is unusual for him, given how prepared he is for people to float out his life at the first sign of trouble. ]
I won't pressure you, but I'm sure they'd be happy to see you. [ Well, Yves and Adolphe, at least. Saber is harder to predict. ] But alright if it's just you and me for now... What next?
[ Jacopo rolls his eyes when Claude decides to be Defiant and establish his special status. The comment that people would be happy to see him doesn't receive a response, just thoughtful silence. How is it that if he were to hear that from his friends or his parents in this life, he wouldn't bat an eyelash?
Yet with all the memories and years stretching hundreds, there's uncertainty when Claude says it. It makes no sense to him... He wishes he wasn't so difficult and what makes one less difficult is putting on an easy smile. ]
When I mentioned buying your own clothes, it almost seemed to me there was a glint in your greedy green eyes.
[ Jacopo teases back. It comes casually without any edge or weight. ]
Let's go shopping. [ Picking himself up, he gestures for Claude to follow him to his bedroom so he can get him a change of clothes. ] I can show you some historical landmarks along the way, too.
[ Okay, maybe he is greedy. He likes to have things.
He follows after Jacopo, continuing to look around the apartment nosily as he does so. Immediately starts looking around his bedroom to see if the vibe is different from the living area. ]
You know, I've never been shopping for real. [ Like in a real city, not just heaven's manicured shops. ] Or been much of a tourist.
[ Pauses. ]
You'll have to tell me what is and isn't a reasonable price. I have no idea what currency is like here, obviously.
[ They can both relate in being greedy and wanting to have things. Jacopo likes being intentional with his greed though, rather than being a dragon hoarding treasures. He expects that Claude is similar.
Yes... His bedroom. The books are similar to that in the living room: business from marketing to project management with a focus on realty, some history books, lifestyle magazines (this is still about property), and a European classic here and there. The mug is a souvenir, I guess. ]
Right. This is a chance for you to walk among everyday people as an everyday person.
[ Through his closet, he just picks some simple clothes, accessories included though they'd be gold instead of silver. It's fortunate they're the same size... I should have been scapegoated for Zhongli. ]
I'd love to watch you pay ten euros for a banana, but since it's on my coin today I'll be guiding you. [ Gestures to the personal bathroom for Claude to use. ] I'll give you a rundown on fabric blends, too. The future has synthetics to offer and they do have their purposes... As usual there will always be a spectrum of quality between textiles and their craft.
[ Wow, what a fancy wall art. He observed a bit of modern aesthetic in heaven, but he is curiously taken in everything around him. How different the beds are, the construction of the furniture, the material of the walls... Fascinating.
Accepts the clothes. Thank you! He'll go ahead and change in the bathroom, but leave the door open to continue their conversation. ]
You're pretty discerning, Jacopo.
[ Though Claude also tends to take care of what fabrics he wears, the quality of the dyes, and the embroidery. He doesn't know what synthetics are, but assumes it's some cool, futuristic invention. ]
Do you have the coin to spare for me, though? I don't mind borrowing your clothing.
[ He will not tuck in the shirt, but he's happy enough with the clothes that Jacopo has provided him. ]
[ It is cool and futuristic, but consumerism and capitalism can take hold of any innovation and make it worse. He will help you wade through synthetics, only if it's necessary. ]
I may not be Lord of the land here, but I do still have money.
[ His job is lucrative, nevertheless... Even though it seems like he lives rather humble and simple. As Lord, he was similar, too. He didn't care to own the manor that he did, but he had to. Ownership and upkeep was a performative, which was advice from his late advisor.
[ They don't have mass manufacturing where he's from, and it takes a lot to make a single garment so it is an investment. Granted, it's never been out of his price range because he's always been privileged when it comes to wealth, but he is aware that's not the case for everyone.
[ Wealth is not a problem here and Jacopo can afford to let Claude have fun getting some clothes.
First, though. This problem. He gives Claude a look while he holds this belt. ]
Depends on the crowd and occasion, but we're looking to be put together and not like an American going on a quick grocery run. You want me to tuck in your shirt like I'm your mother?
[ He likes the baggy look... Why must he define his waist for all of Paris to see?
But also, he really has no idea what the norms are here, so even if he would rather be able to choose his own style, he has to defer to Jacopo's judgment. ]
Alright, alright.
[ With a sigh, he shimmies the ends of the shirt into his pants so that it's nicely tucked. IT'S A CUTE LOOK even if he thinks it makes him look a little too neat. Claude is neat and carefully presented whenever he's in an official setting, but on his own he prefers a more baggy silhouette.
[ He hands Claude the belt, but then pulls some of the shirt out from being tucked to give it more of a baggy silhouette while still having a waistline.
Neat, but not too put-together. It has to be effortlessly casual, but not sloven. ]
[ He was, but only for himself. He made sure that he looked proper and prim even though he lacked sleep and drank almost every night. Still went about being functional, if not overly functional and capable despite dissociating through competence. It is one of his strengths to work through any burden.
But then his soul took the appearance of his 19-22 yo self, so he was less prissy about appearance. ]
What I said earlier wasn't an invitation for that kind of play.
[ Jacopo will be checking he has everything from keys to wallet, but Claude can kind that he does have sandals. ]
[ He was prissy in personality, but not really in practice. ]
You're the one with your mind in the gutter, Riegan.
[ a mental smack smack to the wrist bad boy Jacopo knows what it is against his will... Maria and the girls used to talk about their clients and their tastes, but he does mean playing house. Innocent.
With everything in his pocket, he slips into his boat shoes and opens the door. ]
[ He can tell the car looks sleek. Though all cars look sleek and impressive to him.
Takes a moment to just walk around the car and take in what it looks like, the design and the construction... As much as he can understand just by looking at it. ]
The future is very clean.
[ Neatly paved roads and hard floor. There's no dirt, dust and grime to sneak everywhere and onto everything. ]
Waits to climb into the car. ]
Your old life must seem far away, being in circumstances so different now.
... I suppose it is when comparing to the middle ages.
[ Jacopo doesn't feel that it's clean. If anything, he thinks Paris is kind of dirty, but if he were to compare to back in the day... Then yeah. You don't see rotting bodies spreading disease on the streets here. He's so used to his current life now.
With a push of a button, the car beeps to show it's unlocked. He sidles into the right side on the driver's seat and waits for Claude to settle in. The inside is sleek as the outside and it smells New Car, which should be an interesting scent for Claude. ]
It does. I don't weigh lives to sacrifice for progress anymore. [ GOOD TIMES. ] Some things... Are similar, but in parallels. Far less grave at least. I work my job, I come home, repeat.
But yes, he gets in the car. Most everything is a new smell to him, so this is also a new... leather smell. He's looking curiously at the displays and the buttons, and is not going to put on his seatbelt because why would he. ]
I'm glad that you're no longer trapped in difficult circumstances. [ Putting his attention to Jacopo now. ] Which you don't need to feel bad about, by the way.
[ Just in case he is. He hasn't yet forgotten the apology, and he doesn't want any unnecessary guilt weighing his friend down. ]
I hope you do something other than work though. Don't you have more free time with your fewer responsibilities?
Put on your seat belt. Car accidents can be fatal.
[ Demonstrates for him by fastening his own. Stay safe, Claude. He isn't going to belt you unless you really struggle. ]
It weighs as it should. [ He's hyper-aware of all the bad he caused while paving for good. Some of it he can reconcile, some he still shoulders. Such is life in politics, but he seems to be all right. Not as dour as before. Most himself than when he was Lord.
Placing a hand on the steering wheel, he taps it a couple of times. ]
I have a couple of hobbies and when I worked in Italy I did spend time with my friends. [ SOMETHING, RIGHT? ] Less so here. I've been very busy with work.
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Nothing. Just remembering something.
[ He doesn't have the heart to tease him further when he's being so considerate. ]
Which reminds me, do you want to visit Fódlan? There are others you'd know there. [ ... ] Or I suppose I could bring them.
[ Fódlan is kind of boring. ]
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Only going to raise an eyebrow at that. ]
If my clothes aren't to your liking, you'd just need to tolerate them long enough to shop for your own.
[ It's no big deal, but... Mm. He tosses the idea around in his head about visiting. ]
Back to medieval times, but one with wyverns. [ That is a perk as if seeing the other people from Heaven isn't already one, yet he goes quiet. ] ... Frankly, you're the only one I care to see from there.
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But his attention shifts elsewhere. For a second, he almost feels a little wiggly at the response, like when someone gives you a compliment and you're too awkward to know how to respond. Which is strange, because he can usually accept compliments with ease. Yes, he does know that he has a big brain when it comes to getting out of sticky situations.
Then again, maybe it's not a compliment. It could just be because he's already weaselled his way here.
Gently rubs his face to disguise any reaction. ]
Really? [ Well, he doesn't think Jacopo is BFFs with Saber or Yves. ] You know, both Yves and Adolphe are there.
[ Though, they are still... together... so it could be uncomfortable for him. He doesn't know. ]
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Jacopo doesn't see it much as a compliment as it's simply the truth. It is in part that Claude shoved his way in... He appeared at the airport and approached him like nothing has changed—well, nothing had for Claude. He bypassed Jacopo's worries and hesitance by wedging himself back into his life, forcing him to condense what could have taken months, or maybe years, into days.
It is difficult for Jacopo to ignore how different he is now. With the way he's dressed, with where he lives, even in how he thinks. They may be echoes that translate and assimilate to the period and time he's in, but he isn't the same and there's some guilt in that. He had changed for the better, but he lost what made him similar to the people he cared for.
His rational mind knows he's still himself, but there are parts of him that don't make him the same. There are a thousand years' worth of parts and it lets the irrational side of him fester. Rejection is a scary thing... But Claude remedied it, only between them. ]
I know. [ It came with the memories. He hasn't forgotten all the people Claude offered some kind of refuge. ] I hope they're living a happy life.
[ He doesn't say a word about seeing or talking to Adolphe, but the smile that plasters onto his lips is full of sincerity. Torn in two, he considers a safe distance even if he deeply misses him. He loved him and he still does, but Jacopo can stand back and reaffirm that it's better this way. He said such foolish things back then, had foolish dreams and hopes... So blinded by the warm feeling in his chest that threatened to burst. Adolphe reminded him what it felt like to not be alone, to be understood.
But Jacopo should have remembered he was doomed and cursed, so he's grateful that Adolphe didn't take his hand to know new misery. It's better that he doesn't know.
No one needs to know, except for Claude he supposes. Jacopo gestures to him with an open hand. ]
That just leaves you. Don't feel too special.
[ But Claude is special, one where Jacopo decided he won't add multiple pretenses. As much as Jacopo would like to see Marcoh, he won't be going for his own desires. It'll be to reunite him and Daan, to ease both of their anxieties and regrets. There's Jonas whom Jacopo intends to check on, but not overstay. Heaven isn't a place for mortals and Jonas made plenty of friends in AllStars. ]
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I do feel special.
[ He's mostly joking, teasing because he's still awkward around sincerity. But he is genuinely grateful. He knows that Jacopo has his insecurities about relationships and where he stands with others, and while he doesn't fully grasp the nature of how he'd changed throughout everything that had happened to him, he can imagine that such a long time had given those thoughts plenty of time to rear their ugly heads.
And really, he doesn't know how much of their friendship is the same and how much will be different, because he doesn't really know how much Jacopo's grown and changed. Will he be irritated if Claude refers too often to how things used to be? Because it's not a "used to be" for him, it's only "a little while ago".
He doesn't want to pressure him to feel like he has to be the person he was in heaven, but he doesn't know how to... not to that, either. That person is all he knows.
But, strangely enough, he's not really intimidated by all these uncertainties. Even if he missteps or they stumble or Jacopo gets angry, he feels like it'll be okay. Which is unusual for him, given how prepared he is for people to float out his life at the first sign of trouble. ]
I won't pressure you, but I'm sure they'd be happy to see you. [ Well, Yves and Adolphe, at least. Saber is harder to predict. ] But alright if it's just you and me for now... What next?
[ Peers at him. ]
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Yet with all the memories and years stretching hundreds, there's uncertainty when Claude says it. It makes no sense to him... He wishes he wasn't so difficult and what makes one less difficult is putting on an easy smile. ]
When I mentioned buying your own clothes, it almost seemed to me there was a glint in your greedy green eyes.
[ Jacopo teases back. It comes casually without any edge or weight. ]
Let's go shopping. [ Picking himself up, he gestures for Claude to follow him to his bedroom so he can get him a change of clothes. ] I can show you some historical landmarks along the way, too.
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[ Okay, maybe he is greedy. He likes to have things.
He follows after Jacopo, continuing to look around the apartment nosily as he does so. Immediately starts looking around his bedroom to see if the vibe is different from the living area. ]
You know, I've never been shopping for real. [ Like in a real city, not just heaven's manicured shops. ] Or been much of a tourist.
[ Pauses. ]
You'll have to tell me what is and isn't a reasonable price. I have no idea what currency is like here, obviously.
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Yes... His bedroom. The books are similar to that in the living room: business from marketing to project management with a focus on realty, some history books, lifestyle magazines (this is still about property), and a European classic here and there. The mug is a souvenir, I guess. ]
Right. This is a chance for you to walk among everyday people as an everyday person.
[ Through his closet, he just picks some simple clothes, accessories included though they'd be gold instead of silver. It's fortunate they're the same size... I should have been scapegoated for Zhongli. ]
I'd love to watch you pay ten euros for a banana, but since it's on my coin today I'll be guiding you. [ Gestures to the personal bathroom for Claude to use. ] I'll give you a rundown on fabric blends, too. The future has synthetics to offer and they do have their purposes... As usual there will always be a spectrum of quality between textiles and their craft.
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Accepts the clothes. Thank you! He'll go ahead and change in the bathroom, but leave the door open to continue their conversation. ]
You're pretty discerning, Jacopo.
[ Though Claude also tends to take care of what fabrics he wears, the quality of the dyes, and the embroidery. He doesn't know what synthetics are, but assumes it's some cool, futuristic invention. ]
Do you have the coin to spare for me, though? I don't mind borrowing your clothing.
[ He will not tuck in the shirt, but he's happy enough with the clothes that Jacopo has provided him. ]
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I may not be Lord of the land here, but I do still have money.
[ His job is lucrative, nevertheless... Even though it seems like he lives rather humble and simple. As Lord, he was similar, too. He didn't care to own the manor that he did, but he had to. Ownership and upkeep was a performative, which was advice from his late advisor.
Anyway, he checks him. ]
You should tuck in your shirt.
[ Jacopo picks out one of the belts for him. ]
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[ They don't have mass manufacturing where he's from, and it takes a lot to make a single garment so it is an investment. Granted, it's never been out of his price range because he's always been privileged when it comes to wealth, but he is aware that's not the case for everyone.
Anyway, looks down at his untucked shirt. ]
Isn't it fine like this?
[ Claude: this is a tunic now. ]
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First, though. This problem. He gives Claude a look while he holds this belt. ]
Depends on the crowd and occasion, but we're looking to be put together and not like an American going on a quick grocery run. You want me to tuck in your shirt like I'm your mother?
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But also, he really has no idea what the norms are here, so even if he would rather be able to choose his own style, he has to defer to Jacopo's judgment. ]
Alright, alright.
[ With a sigh, he shimmies the ends of the shirt into his pants so that it's nicely tucked. IT'S A CUTE LOOK even if he thinks it makes him look a little too neat. Claude is neat and carefully presented whenever he's in an official setting, but on his own he prefers a more baggy silhouette.
Holds his hand out for the belt. ]
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Neat, but not too put-together. It has to be effortlessly casual, but not sloven. ]
You can pick from my shoes at the foyer.
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Was Jacopo this particular about appearance back in heaven? He can't remember. ]
Thanks, mom.
[ Decides to be annoying, but will go to pick shoes. Does he have any sandals? ]
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But then his soul took the appearance of his 19-22 yo self, so he was less prissy about appearance. ]
What I said earlier wasn't an invitation for that kind of play.
[ Jacopo will be checking he has everything from keys to wallet, but Claude can kind that he does have sandals. ]
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Play? You got your mind in the gutter, Jacopo?
[ Actually, he doubt Jacopo even knows what mommy kink is, but it's fun to tease him.
But nice! He will slip on the sandals, completing his lazy casual look. ]
Are we going to travel in your car?
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You're the one with your mind in the gutter, Riegan.
[ a mental smack smack to the wrist bad boy Jacopo knows what it is against his will... Maria and the girls used to talk about their clients and their tastes, but he does mean playing house. Innocent.
With everything in his pocket, he slips into his boat shoes and opens the door. ]
Don't want to experience public transit?
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They are stepping outside... Into the world! Well, it's just a hallway for now. ]
Heaven had those trains, but I've never been in a car.
[ He wants to experience it... ]
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It is just the hallway and he leads Claude to the elevator. ]
Public transport isn't quite the same without it being crowded. [ Heaven is nice in that sense. ] We can take my car.
[ To the underground parking level... Where Claude will have to see that Jacopo owns a black Ferrari, not that it means anything to a medieval man. ]
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Takes a moment to just walk around the car and take in what it looks like, the design and the construction... As much as he can understand just by looking at it. ]
The future is very clean.
[ Neatly paved roads and hard floor. There's no dirt, dust and grime to sneak everywhere and onto everything. ]
Waits to climb into the car. ]
Your old life must seem far away, being in circumstances so different now.
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[ Jacopo doesn't feel that it's clean. If anything, he thinks Paris is kind of dirty, but if he were to compare to back in the day... Then yeah. You don't see rotting bodies spreading disease on the streets here. He's so used to his current life now.
With a push of a button, the car beeps to show it's unlocked. He sidles into the right side on the driver's seat and waits for Claude to settle in. The inside is sleek as the outside and it smells New Car, which should be an interesting scent for Claude. ]
It does. I don't weigh lives to sacrifice for progress anymore. [ GOOD TIMES. ] Some things... Are similar, but in parallels. Far less grave at least. I work my job, I come home, repeat.
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But yes, he gets in the car. Most everything is a new smell to him, so this is also a new... leather smell. He's looking curiously at the displays and the buttons, and is not going to put on his seatbelt because why would he. ]
I'm glad that you're no longer trapped in difficult circumstances. [ Putting his attention to Jacopo now. ] Which you don't need to feel bad about, by the way.
[ Just in case he is. He hasn't yet forgotten the apology, and he doesn't want any unnecessary guilt weighing his friend down. ]
I hope you do something other than work though. Don't you have more free time with your fewer responsibilities?
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[ Demonstrates for him by fastening his own. Stay safe, Claude. He isn't going to belt you unless you really struggle. ]
It weighs as it should. [ He's hyper-aware of all the bad he caused while paving for good. Some of it he can reconcile, some he still shoulders. Such is life in politics, but he seems to be all right. Not as dour as before. Most himself than when he was Lord.
Placing a hand on the steering wheel, he taps it a couple of times. ]
I have a couple of hobbies and when I worked in Italy I did spend time with my friends. [ SOMETHING, RIGHT? ] Less so here. I've been very busy with work.
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Are you out here saving lives?
[ Looking curious. ]
What about it takes up so much time?
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