[Neal's used to his dad being dramatic and self absorbed- it's cool. He just shrugs and shakes his head, not to disagree with what his father is saying, but just still finding it difficult to have this conversation all over again.]
Yeah, he is. You think it might be easier to have these conversations the second time around, but it's just weirder.
As frustrating as that may be, it's a problem I wish I had. Though it seems as if I'm better off not remembering... most things.
[not that he had a son, of course. not that he had a family at all, really, but the darker parts. but forgetting them doesn't erase the stain they've left on him.]
You know, had you said that a year ago, I might have had a dozen or so.
[he stares down at his glass.] If Belle and I were really together... if all of that really happened before we met again here. Was any of it real? Or did I simply enthrall her and everything between us here is just what's left over from that?
[He's quiet, just observing the man sitting across from him. It's hard not to wonder just how sincere he is. It's a reflex. But he clears his throat after a moment.]
It may be a year too late, but... from what I saw? You two really cared about each other.
It's not too late if I can give her the peace of mind to know that Gaston lied. I wasn't entirely certain I could ever approach the man again without knowing for certain. [not that he can... really approach him now that he seems to know the truth. it's going to be that much harder to bite his tongue.] Thank you, Neal.
Don't mention it. But if you want some unsolicited advice? Don't approach him. Tell her what I said. Or hell, I'll tell her for you if you want. But let her tell him if she wants to. It's her choice what she believes. Whatever he's told her isn't your problem. All you can do is present the truth and let her do with it what she wants to.
The last time you tried to confront a romantic rival? Well, that's how my mother ended up dead.
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Yeah, he is. You think it might be easier to have these conversations the second time around, but it's just weirder.
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[not that he had a son, of course. not that he had a family at all, really, but the darker parts. but forgetting them doesn't erase the stain they've left on him.]
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[he stares down at his glass.] If Belle and I were really together... if all of that really happened before we met again here. Was any of it real? Or did I simply enthrall her and everything between us here is just what's left over from that?
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It may be a year too late, but... from what I saw? You two really cared about each other.
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Don't mention it. But if you want some unsolicited advice? Don't approach him. Tell her what I said. Or hell, I'll tell her for you if you want. But let her tell him if she wants to. It's her choice what she believes. Whatever he's told her isn't your problem. All you can do is present the truth and let her do with it what she wants to.
The last time you tried to confront a romantic rival? Well, that's how my mother ended up dead.
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the most horrified look because man he almost DID kill Gaston and WANTED to and... Yikes. Dodged a bullet there.]
...I'll keep that in mind.
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