Not at all detail-oriented, he responds, "You know. Stuff."
Part of him feels embarrassed to tell Gustave the truth of their conversation; it had been so avoidant, more interested in keeping the peace—and keeping Maelle happy for just a few more days—than honesty. He hadn't lied. Not outright. But she'd definitely inferred a future for them all that he hadn't dissuaded her of.
"I just told her that I'm... finding ways to make my peace with her staying in the Canvas." He just didn't mention that the ways he's finding involve going far away from her. "She'd seemed happy." And of course he couldn't pop that bubble so soon. Not yet. Not until the last possible second.
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Part of him feels embarrassed to tell Gustave the truth of their conversation; it had been so avoidant, more interested in keeping the peace—and keeping Maelle happy for just a few more days—than honesty. He hadn't lied. Not outright. But she'd definitely inferred a future for them all that he hadn't dissuaded her of.
"I just told her that I'm... finding ways to make my peace with her staying in the Canvas." He just didn't mention that the ways he's finding involve going far away from her. "She'd seemed happy." And of course he couldn't pop that bubble so soon. Not yet. Not until the last possible second.