The annoying thing about dogs are that they need walking and looking after, so Le Chiffre is absent for a while to take care of canine related business. Good job too, considering he might have had something to say about Villiers wandering around on his own and sitting on the floor.
It takes him a moment or so to notice Villiers when he first comes back from the walk. But there the aide is, in a doorway to a room that Le Chiffre so very rarely goes near these days. It's a place of memories that he'd rather not think about, yet could never consider completely forgetting about.
".. You're going to struggle to get back up again," he finally mutters, taking a few steps closer with his head tilted curiously.
"I know," Villiers says quietly, not looking up from little mobiles and green walls. Green. Maybe she would have liked this room. Maybe she would have preferred red. Lavender.
She had his eyes.
He's oddly silent, even for the normally thoughtful and often quiet being that Villers can be.
Because as bad as the dream was, and as horrifying as the images were, and as painful as the accusations stung, he was still given a glimpse of a what-if that had never fully formed in his mind.
Apart from the fact that it's some of the only colour within his home, there is little more appealing to the room that Le Chiffre can think of. To him, maybe it means something, but he doesn't understand how others could get anything from it. Such is the beliefs of a generally emotionless, unsympathetic and not at all empathetic soul.
"Never was too good with decorating," he admits as he eventually chooses to join Villiers on the floor, angling himself to lean against the other side of the door frame as he stares into the room. He hand painted it, because he just felt it meant more doing so himself than just asking Bar to change the colour.
Villiers seems like he's about to speak for a moment, but stops, fading into a sigh. A forlorn look, maybe, perhaps helpless.
Guilty.
It's simply a what-if. He shouldn't be worrying about this; it isn't his to think about.
"I was actually about to have a family once," he says suddenly, carefully not looking at Le Chiffre. "Preparing to get married, a child on the way. An accident."
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It takes him a moment or so to notice Villiers when he first comes back from the walk. But there the aide is, in a doorway to a room that Le Chiffre so very rarely goes near these days. It's a place of memories that he'd rather not think about, yet could never consider completely forgetting about.
".. You're going to struggle to get back up again," he finally mutters, taking a few steps closer with his head tilted curiously.
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She had his eyes.
He's oddly silent, even for the normally thoughtful and often quiet being that Villers can be.
Because as bad as the dream was, and as horrifying as the images were, and as painful as the accusations stung, he was still given a glimpse of a what-if that had never fully formed in his mind.
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"Never was too good with decorating," he admits as he eventually chooses to join Villiers on the floor, angling himself to lean against the other side of the door frame as he stares into the room. He hand painted it, because he just felt it meant more doing so himself than just asking Bar to change the colour.
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Guilty.
It's simply a what-if. He shouldn't be worrying about this; it isn't his to think about.
"I was actually about to have a family once," he says suddenly, carefully not looking at Le Chiffre. "Preparing to get married, a child on the way. An accident."
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