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[winestains]

I'm too gay for this. And I'm afraid we're not talking happy.

...I guess I've dealt with worse. Not very well, mind you.

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[truant_horatio]

*Horatio is overcoming his guilt masterfully!* Sir, what ist with you?

[winestains]

*laughs, a little, at himself* Oh, hey, Horatio.

[truant_horatio]

*offers a teacup (it's peppermint-chocolate)--don't be silly, Horatio always has tea*

[winestains]

*takes it very gratefully* I'm having a melodrama sort of day.

[truant_horatio]

What troubles you? *it's sympathetic, and rather an offering--if Osric wants to talk, Horatio's listenable*

[winestains]

You'll laugh.

[truant_horatio]

*the very slight smile is all crinkled and tiredish around the ages* Do I oft laugh?

[winestains]

Not enough. I guess that's true. Anyway, remember Valentine?

[truant_horatio]

Your love; well do I remember. Is he unwell?

[winestains]

Not exactly. He's-- a she.

[truant_horatio]

*we are afraid Horatio is altogether too familiar with what this has to mean* Some pow'r of this place hath afflicted him?

[winestains]

*nods* I guess you remember-- well, of course you remember.

[truant_horatio]

Nor are you as my Lord and I. *--implying, 'you're not Valentine-sexual, you're gay'* Know you whether this shall pass?

[winestains]

You didn't mind? *little shrug* It didn't last before.

[truant_horatio]

I love no other but my Lord, and in whatever form he take. *this is actually a touch apologetic--he really doesn't want to imply that Osric is a bad person for not being Valentine-sexual* --I pray it may not now.

[winestains]

Ah. That's-- convenient. Weird, but convenient. *sips his tea, because it is actually rather comforting* Thanks.