[ Hancock had been turning the subject over in his brain, picking out the best angle to start with, when Nick starts up the conversation himself. He's extremely content to listen, these are exactly some of the things he wanted to know. He nods along agreeably, meanwhile taking a (needlessly vicious) bite of poached angler and ruminating as he chews. ]
Best I figure it, marriage usually comes with three aspects of rearranging circumstance. Finance, Living Arrangement, and Romance. Guess we're startin' on number three. Fine by me, the first two are kinda less relevant for us than the typical couple'a newlyweds
[ Commitment makes him feel edgy; the amount of thought he's putting into this must be to counteract that. Thoughtfully, he sips the melon punch with a small 'Mmm' of appreciation at the fresh fruity taste. He nudges his cup along the table towards Nick, a silent invitation for him to try some, if he fancies. ]
It's not just me I'm thinkin' about here, ya know. Folk all tied up in romance -me included, heh- don't always consider the natural inclination we all got for variety. Ya want a collection'a... I dunno, cats, comics, industrial properties, friends, adopted family, houseplants, guys who're into that one weird kink ya got, that's all considered dandy, right?
But ya start crossin those categories, that's what makes folk start'a sweat
[ The look he gives Nick is nothing short of dreamy as the sinker of the synth's statement hits home. ]
Oh, that all? Well that much I'll sign off on right the hell now. Just seen this arrangement fail too many times to give ya my John Hancock -too late, right?- without checkin' the fine print, first. Assumptions pave the way to hell, right? [... dude. Get your metaphors and euphemisms sorted god damn. ]
And ain't just flings I'm thinkin' about, either. I don't, do not wanna be the one thing that stands in your way if ya find somethin' -or someone- that makes ya happy. Not like I'm immune to jealousy mind ya, just feel like I'd rather be a little green than see ya passin' on somethin that could make ya smile, feel me?
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Best I figure it, marriage usually comes with three aspects of rearranging circumstance. Finance, Living Arrangement, and Romance. Guess we're startin' on number three. Fine by me, the first two are kinda less relevant for us than the typical couple'a newlyweds
[ Commitment makes him feel edgy; the amount of thought he's putting into this must be to counteract that. Thoughtfully, he sips the melon punch with a small 'Mmm' of appreciation at the fresh fruity taste. He nudges his cup along the table towards Nick, a silent invitation for him to try some, if he fancies. ]
It's not just me I'm thinkin' about here, ya know. Folk all tied up in romance -me included, heh- don't always consider the natural inclination we all got for variety. Ya want a collection'a... I dunno, cats, comics, industrial properties, friends, adopted family, houseplants, guys who're into that one weird kink ya got, that's all considered dandy, right?
But ya start crossin those categories, that's what makes folk start'a sweat
[ The look he gives Nick is nothing short of dreamy as the sinker of the synth's statement hits home. ]
Oh, that all? Well that much I'll sign off on right the hell now. Just seen this arrangement fail too many times to give ya my John Hancock -too late, right?- without checkin' the fine print, first. Assumptions pave the way to hell, right? [... dude. Get your metaphors and euphemisms sorted god damn. ]
And ain't just flings I'm thinkin' about, either. I don't, do not wanna be the one thing that stands in your way if ya find somethin' -or someone- that makes ya happy. Not like I'm immune to jealousy mind ya, just feel like I'd rather be a little green than see ya passin' on somethin that could make ya smile, feel me?