[ He's too sober?! Winter himself isn't sure if he's somehow gotten himself drunk enough to hallucinate, or if this is all just some strange elaborate dream. Any moment now, surely, he'll wake up to the sound of a knock, and there will be Nikolas for real, for their promised nighttime conversation.
Except that's not true, is it? That's not what's going on, here. Even as part of his mind tries frantically to convince himself that this is only a lovely illusion, he's also too certain that this is real. This is happening. Nikolas Avis is -- not confessing, precisely, but skirting around the issue so closely that it cannot be anything but. Winter swallows, and the sound is deafening in his own ears. ]
You're... a-are you certain? Me?
[ He can't tell what his voice must sound like to Nikolas. His old dead childish hopes have come to sudden roaring life, but the practical part of him, the larger part, can't quite make the connection to belief just yet. ]
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[ He's too sober?! Winter himself isn't sure if he's somehow gotten himself drunk enough to hallucinate, or if this is all just some strange elaborate dream. Any moment now, surely, he'll wake up to the sound of a knock, and there will be Nikolas for real, for their promised nighttime conversation.
Except that's not true, is it? That's not what's going on, here. Even as part of his mind tries frantically to convince himself that this is only a lovely illusion, he's also too certain that this is real. This is happening. Nikolas Avis is -- not confessing, precisely, but skirting around the issue so closely that it cannot be anything but. Winter swallows, and the sound is deafening in his own ears. ]
You're... a-are you certain? Me?
[ He can't tell what his voice must sound like to Nikolas. His old dead childish hopes have come to sudden roaring life, but the practical part of him, the larger part, can't quite make the connection to belief just yet. ]