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[onefellswoop]

Wonder as you like. I have no cause to believe you are or are not wounded. ARE you wounded, Lydia? Nor to believe any pardon is required.

I am obliging, yes. I might say I appreciate your tolerance. Your tolerance is appreciated.

[ ... ]

Owing that I did not know you were his

My cause for regret: that I spoke flippantly of Enri before you. That you were party to my flaunting, and to the boy's discomfort. It is an unfortunate position to witness one's [ ... ] family cornered into. It was my error, to place you, and to place him in this position.

I am

Believe me what I say I am

I regret that

It is to be admitted that

I'm sorry, Lydia. For whatever agitation I might have caused you, and for what must have seemed and may have constituted ill-using the boy in your presence.

[ ... ]

Your son is not unimportant to

[ ...N o p e. Delete delete delete that last line. Forget its prior existence. Then send. ]

[harpsibored]

[ Lydia has known Darius, oh - all her life.

Darius does what he pleases, unapologetic, without care for the mores of the world he inhabits. (She respects it in him. Even if she doesn't necessarily appreciate his actions.)

This.

It's an. Actual. Apology. Not rote words, but consideration of what occurred, and what fault there was, and what amends might be made with communication.

She is (somewhat) astonished.

Darius has not bitten off more than he can chew. Darius is enmeshed. ]

A fine apology, indeed. Genuine. Or as genuine as a directed apology may be. I assume Enri will be party to this exchange, else what is it good for. So: believable, and heartfelt.

A reason for wondering.

And while my forgiveness is not relevant to your situation, you have it. I am not agitated. I do not believe Enri to be ill-used in any way he does not wish.

He can not be coerced to behave beyond his own will.

What's more, he is an adult.

[...]

You and Enri.

It is only for a week?

[onefellswoop]

[ Recognition like a jolt: Enri's spoken at length with her. (How much does she know? It doesn't, really, matter.)

He'd had an inkling. After what Enri had said about Lydia being on his side (whatever the meant, precisely) (Darius doesn't need anybody anywhere near his side, doesn't require any fucking defenders) (still, it's worth noting, and recalling). And given Lydia's subtle keenness. But it's strange to think of anybody knowing the terms of their agreement. (How much does she know, precisely?) Darius doesn't quite like it. Darius grits his teeth. But ultimately, there can be no harm in her having heard, or in Enri having told.

(If any other Puppies had spoken the details of their contracts, there would have been some minor hell to pay.) ]

No; that boy won't bend beyond his wishes.

Enri possesses [ ... ] an uncommon strength of conviction.

[ ... ]

Our agreement is for the week, yes.

You may breathe easy after.

[harpsibored]

[ A length of time here while she confers, to the extent that she confers, with Morgan.

And then - ]

I will breathe as I breathe.

[...]

Our initial reservations were built upon unsteady foundations; that Enri might not know the mire of this world into which he has forayed; that your intentions to the sum, and not the subtracted one, were malicious; what destruction you might most unwisely attempt to level upon the one, which might leave some lesser quantity.

And. That he might not know what he was getting in to with you.

[...]

I and we now see the situation is other. With this apology. With your amends.

You don't know what you might getting in to with him, do you?

Have gotten in to.

You please him. Had you kept company as you liked, for whatever length of time you wished, there would have been no objection. So long as he continued in his pleasure.

But as you say. Your agreement is for the week.

[onefellswoop]

I won't pretend your misgivings were without precedent.

You people know too fucking much.

Whether or not he knew from the start, he quickly learned the scope.

He's clever, Enri. And knows his worth.

[ ... ]

[ ... ]

The information is appreciated, if moot.

You have been [ ... ] not disagreeable in conversation. Thank you, Lydia.

[harpsibored]

I am a delight. Whether others choose to believe so is not my concern.

[...]

And, also.

There is little point in abrasion. Or threats.

If Enri is ill-used, you know by now what will happen, and who will level that damage.

He is sitting in the room with you.

[...]

You're welcome, Darius.