[390: Ni amants.]
“So,” he says, shattering the silence. “What happens now? What are we now?”
“Now?”
(He nods.)
A shrug. “What were we before? What happens now? We go to this wedding, and then we’ll go home.”
“Back to the way things were before?”
Another nod.
“I…” his voice is shaky, uncertain, “I don’t know if I can do that. Go back to the way things were, as if nothing…as if we hadn’t…I miss you, Marc.”
“I know.”
A moment of bitter laughter. “Is that really all you can say?”
Marc turns sharply away, because all his secrets are apparent in his eyes.
“Now?”
(He nods.)
A shrug. “What were we before? What happens now? We go to this wedding, and then we’ll go home.”
“Back to the way things were before?”
Another nod.
“I…” his voice is shaky, uncertain, “I don’t know if I can do that. Go back to the way things were, as if nothing…as if we hadn’t…I miss you, Marc.”
“I know.”
A moment of bitter laughter. “Is that really all you can say?”
Marc turns sharply away, because all his secrets are apparent in his eyes.