[ Wise shuts the window once Hugo's come through it; he draws the blinds closed over the glass, then sighs, dismounting from his bed. ]
So you made me come up with names for your next heist instead?
[ He can't help himself: his tone is slightly surly. It's less that he's annoyed by Hugo's presence, and more that he's just annoyed that the man wasn't more straightforward with the ask. Why jerk him around with the threat of potential stalking if the goal was just to get inside? Always the games and unnecessary schemes... It isn't as if Wise had any reason to say no...
...He's also not sure when he started feeling comfortable enough with Hugo to be openly annoyed with him, and thinking about that is faintly vexing, too. Admittedly — deep, deep down — there is a part of Wise that prides himself on not developing attachments to others the way that Belle does. He tries not to be annoyed with people; he tries not to be too opinionated about them. It's not that he hates other people; it's just that he's never forgotten what they're trying to do, and he tells himself he needs to stay prepared to make sacrifices. As long as she was the one who managed their relationships, he could stand back and focus on the things that needed to be done. But now, with this — the very fact that he's let Hugo into his room this late at night feels like he's lost some piece of the castle of distance he constructed for himself —
Wise sighs and resolves to put his uncharacteristic annoyance away. He makes a valiant effort at playing a new role: composed and dignified host. ]
...Next time, just text or call. Even if you think Belle might be asleep, I'm usually awake, and my phone's always on for emergencies.
[ Wise had at least partly dressed down for bed, but he takes up his jacket from where it was draped over one of his armchairs, figuring that he's not going to get any sleep for as long as Hugo plans to be here. Pulling it on, one sleeve after the other, he sighs and nods towards the counter where he keeps his own (never-worn) hat. ]
You can put your things on the counter there. Do you want coffee? Tea? [ Oh, Belle mentioned something about sweets and Hugo once... ] I have chocolate on the tray near the TV.
[ It's not those chocolate coins from 141 Hugo's so fond of... no, it's something of a highly regarded convenience store brand. Something like Ghirardelli chocolate squares. Wise has fine taste on a budget price point. ]
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So you made me come up with names for your next heist instead?
[ He can't help himself: his tone is slightly surly. It's less that he's annoyed by Hugo's presence, and more that he's just annoyed that the man wasn't more straightforward with the ask. Why jerk him around with the threat of potential stalking if the goal was just to get inside? Always the games and unnecessary schemes... It isn't as if Wise had any reason to say no...
...He's also not sure when he started feeling comfortable enough with Hugo to be openly annoyed with him, and thinking about that is faintly vexing, too. Admittedly — deep, deep down — there is a part of Wise that prides himself on not developing attachments to others the way that Belle does. He tries not to be annoyed with people; he tries not to be too opinionated about them. It's not that he hates other people; it's just that he's never forgotten what they're trying to do, and he tells himself he needs to stay prepared to make sacrifices. As long as she was the one who managed their relationships, he could stand back and focus on the things that needed to be done. But now, with this — the very fact that he's let Hugo into his room this late at night feels like he's lost some piece of the castle of distance he constructed for himself —
Wise sighs and resolves to put his uncharacteristic annoyance away. He makes a valiant effort at playing a new role: composed and dignified host. ]
...Next time, just text or call. Even if you think Belle might be asleep, I'm usually awake, and my phone's always on for emergencies.
[ Wise had at least partly dressed down for bed, but he takes up his jacket from where it was draped over one of his armchairs, figuring that he's not going to get any sleep for as long as Hugo plans to be here. Pulling it on, one sleeve after the other, he sighs and nods towards the counter where he keeps his own (never-worn) hat. ]
You can put your things on the counter there. Do you want coffee? Tea? [ Oh, Belle mentioned something about sweets and Hugo once... ] I have chocolate on the tray near the TV.
[ It's not those chocolate coins from 141 Hugo's so fond of... no, it's something of a highly regarded convenience store brand. Something like Ghirardelli chocolate squares. Wise has fine taste on a budget price point. ]