Merde. Mon coeur est râpé.

[viva_la_francis]

Si vous pensez que je vais ramper et jouer à ces jeux enfantins Arthur vous avez autre chose à venir! Je vous ai donné tout. J'ai sauté à travers tous les cerceaux que vousavez exigé de moi. Pendant quatre ans! QUATRE ANS! Je vous ai dit Je t'aime, je vous ai promis mon âme, j'ai cuisiné pour vous, a dansé avec vous, joué vos jeux du chat et de

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[amajitomate]

You need a drink. And a Spaniard to listen.

[viva_la_francis]

I could use your music mon ami. I'm already drunk.

Will you come play your guitar for me a while? Just until I can fall asleep? I'm not going to classes tomorrow.

[amajitomate]

I'll be right there.

_____

Antonio wasn't exactly presentable, but Francis had seen him in far worse condition (and with far less clothing, even). He was in pajamas when he knocked on Francis' door, guitar swung over his shoulder.

[viva_la_francis]

Francis looked TERRIBLE and only two people ever saw Francis without his cheerful, happy-go-lucky-flirtatious-all-is-wonderfu;-with-the-universe mask. He never showed the public when he was feeling upset, it wasn't in his nature. But Gilbert and Antonio had seen him in all his glory, they'd been friends since childhood.

This was one of those times that Francis looked crushed with misery. He was staggering slightly from too much wine, his eyes were red, he had been crying earlier.

"Thank you for caring. Sometimes I think you are the only one mon ami." Francis sighed as he flopped back down on his Chaise and grabbed his wine and drank straight from the bottle.

"Play me Rodrigo De Aranjuez please. I love when you play that one." Francis said tipping his head back and shutting his eyes.