He needs time again to answer that, not understanding her anger or even the suggestion of Fiore's name. What does Fiore have to do with any of this, he wonders. Why wouldn't he be able to tell them apart? And then he wonders no more, because he can never spare his thoughts long on such things.
"Not this then. Then then." He moves, but not close, just around the piano, one hand never straying far from his temple. There are scratches, and there will be more. Again she's the fool, the sweet fool, the pretty fool, and she's only frustrated because she just doesn't know why, and the biggest secret of all is that he knows less than her.
"When I first invited you here, and you sent Brown. And then there was nobody. And so I wanted there to be...nobody."
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He needs time again to answer that, not understanding her anger or even the suggestion of Fiore's name. What does Fiore have to do with any of this, he wonders. Why wouldn't he be able to tell them apart? And then he wonders no more, because he can never spare his thoughts long on such things.
"Not this then. Then then." He moves, but not close, just around the piano, one hand never straying far from his temple. There are scratches, and there will be more. Again she's the fool, the sweet fool, the pretty fool, and she's only frustrated because she just doesn't know why, and the biggest secret of all is that he knows less than her.
"When I first invited you here, and you sent Brown. And then there was nobody. And so I wanted there to be...nobody."