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[dendarii]

... I would have guessed 45.

[driftsintobuffetline]

WOW RUDE.

How old did you think I was?

[dendarii]

Oh, much younger. Thirty perhaps.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Cute. Very cute. Now you're just pulling my leg.

IF that were true--and I'll have you know I don't believe you, you flatterer--I can only imagine what kind of impression must we have made. Hermann the cradle-robber.

[dendarii]

No, not really. My parents have a significant age gap themselves.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Oh really? Well, I guess that happens with royal people, right? Believe it or not, Hermann and I are both the same age, basically. A year apart, but basically the same age.

You and Greg, though, how old are you both, I mean, in comparison to one another?

[dendarii]

Mother isn't royal at all though. I think she just fell for him specifically.

And we're five years apart. He'd older.

[driftsintobuffetline]

So she's Kate to your dad's Prince William, only not because he's more like...whoever William's brother was. The one who isn't balding.

Five years isn't bad.

[dendarii]

... I don't know what that means.

And no, it's hardly anything at all.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Not important. Never mind. [You're killing me, Smalls.]

I'm sorry, dude.

[dendarii]

Sorry? For what?

[driftsintobuffetline]

[About Greg. About him not returning your feelings, really.] Eh, never mind.

[dendarii]

... Newton, please.

[driftsintobuffetline]

"Newt."

[dendarii]

Newt. Whatever. Tell me.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I am sorry about you and Greg. I want it to work out, okay and I realized, idk, I was talking about him like he was [...yep, this is the best way to describe the way he was talking] your Hermann.

[dendarii]

Your Hermann.

[ There's a small pause before the next message comes. ]

I'll take it as a compliment, I guess.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Your equivalent to Hermann.


I swear, dude, if that pause was because you don't like being the ME in this scenario, I'm insulted. Because Greg is the Hermann...Greg is totally the Hermann.

[dendarii]

It's just a very odd way to think of it. ... And it tells me quite a bit about the two of you.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Well, it tells you I perceive him to be like Hermann, but it doesn't really tell you how I perceive Hermann himself or how our dynamic goes.

So what do you think it tells you? Because we're both approaching this with out own baggage of what a Hermann is or a Greg is, and what their relationship is with us. There's a lot of assumption and conjecture, to be honest, I'll admit it.

[dendarii]

That you're rather desperately in love with him, but only realized it after a very long time spent with him? Except somehow you managed to tell him, obviously, and that won't happen with me.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Ok, accurate.

I told him by accident, really. Don't give me too much credit. And it ended up in an argument, and spiraled from there. We're pretty much a disaster. I spent the last seven years trying to hate him, only to decide he's the Best Friend I'll ever have and then proceeding to fall desperately in love.

[dendarii]

... Foster brothers, of a sort. The closest I had, until duty called him away.

How much of a disaster?

[driftsintobuffetline]

Currently, or historically?

Historically, we were penpals for 2-3 years, adored each other...professionally, of course. He was everything I wanted in a friend. We debated, we argued, we improved each other's work. Then we met, and it fell apart. We were nothing like what the other anticipated. We tried to hate each other, like a bad breakup. The last five years, we worked in the same lab in a steadily dwindling department, tension and rivalry between us, until it broke and he saved my life.

Currently, we're... Well, we're not engaged, because Hermann wants to wait. He wants to sort out the bugs first, but we're engaged to be engaged? It's there, been discussed, just on hold. Idk. I want it to work, obviously, but in person, we've never gotten along. We thrive on the conflict, debate. We thrive on having a shared scientific goal to destroy ourselves working towards. I'm afraid that we don't know how to get along or will get bored of compromise. We only know how to fight.

[dendarii]

Engaged to be engaged. Well, I suppose that's not such an odd concept. Except I've only seen it in the context of arranged marriages, and ... well, we don't do such things for same-sex pairings.

But I have faith that you'll work things out. It seems very much as though you've been a little in love the whole time. And given what I know about you two, I'd venture that you don't like being bored anyway.