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So am I! But I don’t like talking about it ‘ziz much because it includes ‘er breasts…
New subject…how goes my feline friend?
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Sure it’s not Lyle…You know, Alaizabel may not like it ‘zat you’re talking about ‘er breast so much to o’zer men. I don’t even like talking about ‘er breasts ‘ziz much…
Whoa now, I’m discussing the sustenance of my children, lets be adult now.
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You can’t? I ‘vas sure you could…but Alaizabel ‘as to do ‘vat all mo’zers do and just pump.
No, I meant I can’t make a comment as to whether it sucks or not, pun still not intended.
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‘Vell little ladies can be a distraction sometimes. Speaking of little ladies, ‘ow is ‘zee o’zer one? All i ‘eard ‘vas ‘zat she ‘vas tired of breast feeding and diapers.
She’s doing good, passed the fuck out at the moment, but we’re doing pretty alright I’d say. Diapers are pretty shit, no pun intended, though I can’t make much of a comment on breast feeding.
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‘Zere are ‘zeese nifty ‘zings called papoozez…like a little carrier for babies ‘zat you can ‘vear on your chest…
My arm works pretty well, Mels is more of a distraction in herself. One handed writing I can do.
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VOICEMAIL: The uh…the stalker. We weren’t home and he broke in no major damage one or two pictures are gone. No one was around, and trust me I looked. But Roy…she’s pretty fucked up right now…I’m sorry. -Muffled sobs in the background-
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House and Home (8:08 PM)
Jean took a step forward, any pain in his sapphire eyes was lost as he felt his muscles tense again. “What I intend to do with Katherine is nothing like what that pig Ben did with her. I do not tolerate men who hit women, and I will definitely never do anything to hurt her,” the words came out more like a growl, and he didn’t intend for it. Jean enunciated every word correctly, his anger getting the best of him as he looked at Lyle, a glint of anger in his eyes. He could tolerate Lyle talking down about him, or not trusting him, but to even put his name in the same sentence as that pig, that was too much. ”Don’t trust me, that is fine, but for you to even think that I could hurt her, that’s…” he stopped himself before he snapped.
Sighing, Jean pinched the bridge of his nose and stepped back. “Just know I am not going to do anything to hurt her,” he muttered before crossing his arms and looking at him, his sapphire eyes a little clouded from being exhausted. Jean just wanted to go to the living room, snuggle Katherine and go to bed. And he was sure Lyle wanted to do the same with Alaizabel. Gnawing his lip, Jean huffed out a sigh, “I’m sure you ‘vant to go ‘ome to Alaizabel, she’s probably ‘vaiting for you to call her, and I ‘vant to relax after all ‘ziz,” his voice was gruff, lazy and gruff.
Lyle raised a brow, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he could lay this man out and he had to give him credit for standing up in the face of that accusation. He’d done what he had intended to do, whether it would change or accomplish anything was in the hands of Alaizabel and the Frenchman. Lyle had done his part. He didn’t know if the inadequacy would fade now that the air had been cleared in a sense or not. He hoped it would, but if not he’d grin and bear it so his wife could keep her friend.
“Yeah. Whatever she told you today…it was my fault, not her” Lyle muttered quickly before muttering a quick goodbye and ducking out of the office. He didn’t want to talk about any of this any further, it hollowed him out and made him feel unneeded. Lyle tossed a quick goodbye in Roy’s direction as he left. He just wanted to be with Alaizabel and forget everything that just happened.
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House and Home (8:08 PM)
Blinking, Jean could tell this was taking a lot out of the man to even utter the words, but Jean still couldn’t believe a word he said. He would give him problems, and if not that, then ignore him. “Do you ‘onestly ‘zink I am ‘zat low as a man to attempt anything ‘vith your ‘vife ‘ven I am trying ‘vith Katherine? I came ‘ere to make sure she ‘vas alright, nothing more. ‘Vat I feel for ‘er, I know she doesn’t feel for me, she feels ‘zat for you,” Jean blinked away the small amount of tears that threatened to show in his sapphire eyes. Jean hated this, hated the fact that the man wouldn’t give him a chance to explain, hated the fact that he just assumed the worse of him. If Lyle only gave him the chance, maybe just maybe, he would understand. “And I can tell you, it is ‘zee strongest I ‘ave ever seen ‘er feel for anyone. Not me, not Jeff, not any one. She is utterly devoted to you, and I can not get in ‘zee ‘vay of ‘zat, ever, not so I ‘vant to…”
Running his hand through his hair, Jean could feel himself ease up a little. His muscles relaxed at he looked up at the man, “I respect ‘vat you two ‘ave Lyle, and my feelings are always put aside when I am ‘vith her, and occasionally it ‘vill seep through, but never enough to do anything to ‘er. I ‘ave never felt things for ‘vomen…only my ex-‘vife, your ‘vife…and,” he stopped suddenly, looking away from Lyle, embarrassed that the first person he was going to tell about his feeling was Lyle. Taking a deep breathe, Jean closed his eyes, “And Katherine, she stifles everything I feel about Alaizabel, more ‘zan any man I’ve met, and I know ‘zat’s a sign, and a reason for you to try to trust me around your ‘vife,”
Lyle narrowed his eyes for a moment jaw clicking before he let out a loud huff of breath. He had absolutely no reason to trust this man, no reason to like him, but every reason to have manners. Roy seemed to like him enough but he taste in men was subject to question. “I don’t know you, so don’t think that the fact that I am admitting to being wrong means I’m extending you any sort of benefit of the doubt. I can’t tell you if I think you’re that low or not. It makes sense for me to be wary of random men from my wife’s past who show up at our door at ungodly hours.” Lyle said with a vague shrug. Civil wasn’t his thing, it never had been and it probably never would be.
He wanted to know what was so great about this guy, why the two women who mattered the most seemed to be so fond of him. The only thing the Frenchman had done in Lyle’s life just yet was make him feel inadequate. “What I can tell you is this, don’t you dare let those feelings seep out in front of Katherine. Because you might care about her, but Ben did too at one point. I don’t know what you intend to do with her, but if you aren’t serious about her, I suggest you back off real quick. Because I’ve got the money to get off for any illegal thing I do to you.” His voice was low, and in the back of his mind he prayed that the Frenchman wouldn’t tell Roy what he was saying because she would wear his teeth for a necklace if she knew.
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House and Home (8:08 PM)
Jean-Luc couldn’t help but walk over to Kitty and place a small kiss on the top of her head. “Princesse darling, I ‘vill be right back, ‘zen I’ll cook us some dinner alright?” Jean whispered into her hair, her vanilla perfume soothing him immensely before looked up at Lyle. He was tense, everything hurt, and his knuckle burned a bit as he eyed the man carefully. What was it that he had to say to him? Was he here to rub salt in the wounds, threaten his life, or maybe, just maybe, he was going to be civil. Jean wanted to laugh at that thought alone as he scratched his chin, his stubble a little longer since he forgot to shave at all in the shower today. “I ‘ave a spare room I use as an office, ‘ve can talk ‘zere,” he muttered before turning around and down the hall.
Jean shuffled, her bare feet careful not to trip over the kitten that wound its way between his legs as he opened the door and let himself, and Lyle in. The room had a large deck, fairly large, and scattered documents. Jean flicked on a light, despite the little light that seeped in from the window, the lighting flashing in the distance. He was worried, and it didn’t help that Lyle looked like he was ready for a fight, let alone a civil talk. Gnawing on his lip, Jean let out a soft sigh, “If you are ‘ere to ‘it me, just do it already,” he muttered out, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes watering a bit. “I deserve it, I probably caused a problem today, and I apologize for ‘zat…I never meant to cause problems between ‘zee two of you because of how I fe-felt for your ‘vife,” Jean chocked out, readying himself for a punch.
Lyle wanted to take the invitation. He wanted to feel the crack of his fist connecting into the Frenchman’s jaw. It would work out a whole hell of a lot of aggression that had wormed it’s way into his system. But he knew better, that would do nothing but hinder his purpose here; as well as ensure a swift kick to the balls from Roy. “I said we need to talk. I didn’t say I was here for a beat down” Lyle sniped, it was a natural reaction that he muttered a fumbled apology for. The apology scratching at his throat as he said it desperate not to be uttered.
“It’s my fault. But I’m not getting into that. Alaizabel’s upset because of what happened and I am not happy to admit that the only thing that can fix it is having you in her life. As a friend” Lyle rumbled out. His tone was bitter and his eyes hard. He hated the fact that his wife needed this man around, Lyle wanted to be selfish, he wanted to be the only one who looked at her that way. He wanted to be the only man who loved her the way that he did. “Honestly, I don’t fucking like you, and I don’t fucking trust you. I’ve seen the way you look and act around my wife. People don’t just sleep with a person twice and then just sporadically turn up at the other persons doorstep after they’ve left unless there is a reason. But two women I trust have given you the benefit of the doubt, so I’m willing to back down, not give you a problem.” The words tasted awful, they didn’t belong on his tongue. He wanted to tell this man that whatever he felt for Alaizabel wasn’t reciprocated and never would be. But he was here to be civil.
