[That provokes a short, stilted chuckle, but Julian's amusement fades; he's glad Forge isn't facing him as he leans over his lap, rubs his hands together pensively. Forge isn't a bad guy; he knew this before. Maybe Julian has his own doubts about how good he is for Ali, but there's nothing okay with the baseless resentment he feels. It is guilt, guilt over this, for Ali's sake, that rears up in him. He's wanted her for his own, inwardly and vocally and every which way degraded a relationship that made her somewhat happy. He doesn't want to share and yet he has no claim in the first place; he's starting to understand what he had only tried to convince himself of before.
And it hurts more than Julian wants to admit. There's more at stake now than his pride; he sees past it. He clears his throat, just a little.]
Sadly I don't think you can plan that as easy as a vacation.
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And it hurts more than Julian wants to admit. There's more at stake now than his pride; he sees past it. He clears his throat, just a little.]
Sadly I don't think you can plan that as easy as a vacation.