It took Armand a second to realize Ganyemde wasn't talking about the Rabbit Island off the coast of Hiroshima but the one near Italy. Not like Ganyemde surrounded by a small colony of adorable rabbits isn't a cute mental image.
"We could visit it one day if you are in the mood. You can play host." When one lives as long as they do, there's an infinity of time to make plans. When Armand says 'one day,' it can be either within the next days or the next decades. Ganymede's reasoning has Armand nodding lightly in approval, smiling.
"It's a good sentiment. And see, that's exactly why I want to go island shopping too." It took him a long time to realize that the home he had in Dubai wasn't really a home at all, that things were falling apart long before Daniel entered the picture. He's still bitter about how everything ended between Louis and him, but it was doomed to fall from the start.
Only an idiot would miss how affected Ganymede is by the painting, and Armand is quick to redirect him out of the room and toward the nearest elevator once his friend agrees. He keeps their hands entwined together, and she shrugs at the remark, acknowledging the truth of the statement but making it clear he's gotten used to it.
"I can still smoke. Nicotine does nothing for me, but I still enjoy it. And no reason, really. I just wanted to know how long we have left before they kick us out."
The sun has started to set by the time they go out, and it makes Armand realize that they really lost track of time when they were chatting and watching the first paintings. Ah, nothing like surrounding yourself with art and forgetting about everything else. However, there's still an hour before the MET closes, and that gives them plenty of tiem for both have a drink and to later be somewhere else when the painting eventually disappears. The bar is busy with both local visitors and tourists alike, but Armand can get anyone's attention pretty quickly, and that obviously includes the bartender.
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"We could visit it one day if you are in the mood. You can play host." When one lives as long as they do, there's an infinity of time to make plans. When Armand says 'one day,' it can be either within the next days or the next decades. Ganymede's reasoning has Armand nodding lightly in approval, smiling.
"It's a good sentiment. And see, that's exactly why I want to go island shopping too." It took him a long time to realize that the home he had in Dubai wasn't really a home at all, that things were falling apart long before Daniel entered the picture. He's still bitter about how everything ended between Louis and him, but it was doomed to fall from the start.
Only an idiot would miss how affected Ganymede is by the painting, and Armand is quick to redirect him out of the room and toward the nearest elevator once his friend agrees. He keeps their hands entwined together, and she shrugs at the remark, acknowledging the truth of the statement but making it clear he's gotten used to it.
"I can still smoke. Nicotine does nothing for me, but I still enjoy it. And no reason, really. I just wanted to know how long we have left before they kick us out."
The sun has started to set by the time they go out, and it makes Armand realize that they really lost track of time when they were chatting and watching the first paintings. Ah, nothing like surrounding yourself with art and forgetting about everything else. However, there's still an hour before the MET closes, and that gives them plenty of tiem for both have a drink and to later be somewhere else when the painting eventually disappears. The bar is busy with both local visitors and tourists alike, but Armand can get anyone's attention pretty quickly, and that obviously includes the bartender.
"What are you in the mood for, G?"