brrr.
Avoidance. Something me and Nick are good at without even noticing we're doing it really. I...avoid thinking about Livia through...Nick. Or I did. It's not so easy now. Nick, however, seems to be avoiding...himself, through being, I don't know, the fop. How does that work?
Confusing me. Life is a confusing place, though. I need to...I need to finally pull myself to get out of this. Find someone to, I dunno...well, we'll start with sex.
Hey, casual sex and maths. I can take that in my life. Hestia would...well, she wouldn't want to know, but she'd approve. She needs a life too. I feel bad for her, it's more difficult for her to let go than for me. Which is really saying something, because hell, I am struggling here. She can't let go, what if he's alive or something? That screws it all up.
How are things, I've been busy, I kind of got distracted?
Bored? Fancy adventures in Paris? because I'm sure as hell bored and I believe I said I'd teach you some French.
Francais, madame?
France is...cold. That's all I've got. It's cold, and there's a lot of economics around to keep me warm.