Would you believe there's so much more yet, that should be yours? That I would make yours, if I only could?
[Things like making a family, for instance, or being able to cook a meal that would please a frenchman of good tastes instead of ordering in lobster thermidor and watching his face drop when the bills had to be budgeted out of the money that supposed to go to savings, or indulging every damned wild sex or romance fantasy that Franz came up with after a shift of seeing more blood and terminal patients at the hospital than any lingering lustful energies had room for.
Or maybe those sculpted arms and abdomens and the ridiculous attention to fashion detail which he knew caught Franz's passing eye in magazines or on the street, which may or may not have motivated one class of yoga a week up to two. Maybe he ought to add fencing lessons to the aikido.
Maybe he ought to cut Re-l Mayer entirely out of- No. That was still where he drew the line of things he was unwilling to change about himself, although that came heavy with a torn guilt.
But the rest? Not...altogether impossible things. Still things that felt out of reach, right now.
Grasping his hands for a final squeeze, then reluctantly letting go of one, Daedalus continues to trudge toward home, hooking their arms closer by the elbows.] ...I want to make you happy, Franz.
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[Things like making a family, for instance, or being able to cook a meal that would please a frenchman of good tastes instead of ordering in lobster thermidor and watching his face drop when the bills had to be budgeted out of the money that supposed to go to savings, or indulging every damned wild sex or romance fantasy that Franz came up with after a shift of seeing more blood and terminal patients at the hospital than any lingering lustful energies had room for.
Or maybe those sculpted arms and abdomens and the ridiculous attention to fashion detail which he knew caught Franz's passing eye in magazines or on the street, which may or may not have motivated one class of yoga a week up to two. Maybe he ought to add fencing lessons to the aikido.
Maybe he ought to cut Re-l Mayer entirely out of- No. That was still where he drew the line of things he was unwilling to change about himself, although that came heavy with a torn guilt.
But the rest? Not...altogether impossible things. Still things that felt out of reach, right now.
Grasping his hands for a final squeeze, then reluctantly letting go of one, Daedalus continues to trudge toward home, hooking their arms closer by the elbows.] ...I want to make you happy, Franz.