[But that doesn't mean he's barred from understanding all of it. He knows some words. He knows enough to know the shape of what Bruno's saying. Polnareff returns that wide smile, his eyes darting about his boyfriend's face.
This is most assuredly a bad idea. But it's his birthday, and maybe for his birthday all he wants is to pretend they've got some kind of future.]
You'd make a pretty buon padre too, you know. And . . . [Hmm.] Ah, you lost me for the rest of it. But something about mothers. Yours? Shit, she's still alive, isn't she? [There's that sensitivity he's so known for.] There you go, at least one of our parents gets to see their grandkids.
Mm. If you're too tired to translate, just give me one word answers. [He kisses him, the movement sweet.] Would we live in France or Italy, lovely?
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[But that doesn't mean he's barred from understanding all of it. He knows some words. He knows enough to know the shape of what Bruno's saying. Polnareff returns that wide smile, his eyes darting about his boyfriend's face.
This is most assuredly a bad idea. But it's his birthday, and maybe for his birthday all he wants is to pretend they've got some kind of future.]
You'd make a pretty buon padre too, you know. And . . . [Hmm.] Ah, you lost me for the rest of it. But something about mothers. Yours? Shit, she's still alive, isn't she? [There's that sensitivity he's so known for.] There you go, at least one of our parents gets to see their grandkids.
Mm. If you're too tired to translate, just give me one word answers. [He kisses him, the movement sweet.] Would we live in France or Italy, lovely?