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15minuteficlets idea, since I didn't want to outline my paper on Genet.
Shorefic. Duh.
"Look, Alan, we've been friends for a long time--"
He sighs. "You know, whenever you say that I should just hang up, shouldn't I? Because nothing good ever follows."
"Alan."
"I'm sorry." Relenting, he sits up in the nice leather chair they've just had moved into his new office. "You didn't deserve that."
She loves Alan's apologies because it's almost painfully obvious when he means them, even if he doesn't intend for that to be the case. Just then, he sounded like he wanted to go lock himself in a room for four hours to ruminate over his mistake.
She reminds herself that that's exactly what he's doing, only it's in a new office, an office with a spectacular view he's only described about twenty times.
"Ellenor? You there?"
She places a hand over the receiver, takes a deep breath. "Yeah. When we started, I thought we promised--" She stops, knowing she'd never have gotten even this far if it'd been anyone but Alan.
He laughs, and no matter how dearly she loves him she hates this laugh, suspects it's what comes out in meetings when a client laughs at his own dirty joke then looks expectantly at Alan.
"A lawyer's promise. You're funny." She can feel him smirking.
He grimaces and stands, reminds himself to cut this off before she talks him out of a six-figure salary. He swallows. "I suppose you'll just have to forgive me for not being the person I used to be."
Ellenor stares at the phone in her hand as though she can't remember how it got there.
Any normal person would've said that after hanging up.
Took Hat's
15minuteficlets idea, since I didn't want to outline my paper on Genet.Shorefic. Duh.
"Look, Alan, we've been friends for a long time--"
He sighs. "You know, whenever you say that I should just hang up, shouldn't I? Because nothing good ever follows."
"Alan."
"I'm sorry." Relenting, he sits up in the nice leather chair they've just had moved into his new office. "You didn't deserve that."
She loves Alan's apologies because it's almost painfully obvious when he means them, even if he doesn't intend for that to be the case. Just then, he sounded like he wanted to go lock himself in a room for four hours to ruminate over his mistake.
She reminds herself that that's exactly what he's doing, only it's in a new office, an office with a spectacular view he's only described about twenty times.
"Ellenor? You there?"
She places a hand over the receiver, takes a deep breath. "Yeah. When we started, I thought we promised--" She stops, knowing she'd never have gotten even this far if it'd been anyone but Alan.
He laughs, and no matter how dearly she loves him she hates this laugh, suspects it's what comes out in meetings when a client laughs at his own dirty joke then looks expectantly at Alan.
"A lawyer's promise. You're funny." She can feel him smirking.
He grimaces and stands, reminds himself to cut this off before she talks him out of a six-figure salary. He swallows. "I suppose you'll just have to forgive me for not being the person I used to be."
Ellenor stares at the phone in her hand as though she can't remember how it got there.
Any normal person would've said that after hanging up.
