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[dendarii]

... How old is he?

[driftsintobuffetline]

36. You're early-twenties, you said, right? We were, well, we weren't that young when we met. It was about eight years ago.

[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?