[ Lorca's glass rests snugly in his hand, yet to be christened with a sip. He watches Michael nakedly, and doesn't mask how she takes him off-guard with her opener. They don't talk about Christine, though not for any confirmed reason. He thought she might be a little jealous, in her heart of hearts. Not necessarily of their relationship, but of how well Christine fit in here.
Michael's condolences are as she previously assumed: Unnecessary.
He cared for Christine. And he does miss her, but it's not the same. Except in one regard. ]
If she were to show up at the next Orientation, [ he muses without fancy, an undertone of moroseness to it, ] odds are she wouldn't remember me. Or any of this. [ A small gesture to their surroundings. ] Part of me hopes I never see her again, because of that.
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Date: 2026-02-02 04:34 am (UTC)Michael's condolences are as she previously assumed: Unnecessary.
He cared for Christine. And he does miss her, but it's not the same. Except in one regard. ]
If she were to show up at the next Orientation, [ he muses without fancy, an undertone of moroseness to it, ] odds are she wouldn't remember me. Or any of this. [ A small gesture to their surroundings. ] Part of me hopes I never see her again, because of that.