WHO: Ludwig and Feliciano WHEN: 15th of November, 6pm WHERE: their mansion, dining room WHAT: Suspicions of infidelity come into the open, polygamy hinting sends someone into “Gimme my space” mode.
The smell of food hit him as soon as he walked in the door, and despite the unpleasant twisting in his stomach, he was hungry and it smelled delicious. He tried not to think about how long it had been since he had eaten with Feliciano. Too long.
He hadn't actually accomplished anything at work today, either. He'd spent most of it staring blankly at the papers in front of him, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Feliciano. And still, he'd come home without a plan. He didn't know what to do.
But he sat down and waited patiently until his fiance was sitting across from him. Thanking him quietly, Ludwig picked up his fork a took a bite. It was good. He said so. After taking swallowing a few more mouthfuls, Ludwig set his fork down awkwardly and fixed his eyes on a point over Feliciano's left shoulder.
Feliciano picked at his food, nibbling a few pieces of the pasta. The rest of it was awkwardly pushed around the plate and built into a tower. After demolishing it he tensed as he finally noticed the heavy stare directed over his shoulder.
"So ummm." He licked his lips then took a slow sip at his wine, trying to get ride of the dry feeling in his throat. "You said you wanted to talk...?"
Ludwig picked at the edge of the table. He glanced at Feliciano, then away again.
"I-I..." Clearing his throat, he tried again. "You... you've been missing a lot of work, lately." That wasn't a very good way to describe everything that had been happening in the last few weeks. But it was a start. Maybe.
"Have I?" Feliciano tried to brush it off, stomach knotting. He knew he shouldn't have made all those lunch dates with Otto, but, they just had so much to catch on. So many years lost from lies spawned by grandfather's, by war and so many more things.
"I've been meeting friends and stuff. I won't miss anymore," he promised quietly.
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He hadn't actually accomplished anything at work today, either. He'd spent most of it staring blankly at the papers in front of him, trying to figure out what he was going to say to Feliciano. And still, he'd come home without a plan. He didn't know what to do.
But he sat down and waited patiently until his fiance was sitting across from him. Thanking him quietly, Ludwig picked up his fork a took a bite. It was good. He said so. After taking swallowing a few more mouthfuls, Ludwig set his fork down awkwardly and fixed his eyes on a point over Feliciano's left shoulder.
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"So ummm." He licked his lips then took a slow sip at his wine, trying to get ride of the dry feeling in his throat. "You said you wanted to talk...?"
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"I-I..." Clearing his throat, he tried again. "You... you've been missing a lot of work, lately." That wasn't a very good way to describe everything that had been happening in the last few weeks. But it was a start. Maybe.
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"I've been meeting friends and stuff. I won't miss anymore," he promised quietly.
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