Doctor. I was surprised to see your name on the auction list. Surprised too that we happen to be in the same country at the same time. A pleasant surprise.
[ It actually takes him a minute to try and locate a Harry anywhere in his memory banks that might be of any relevance to both him and Hawk. Then he remembers in a blinding flash that he means Goodsir, and his eyes roll almost all the way into the back of his skull. ]
You want to take your crush as your date to the president's orgy? Romance isn't dead.
Hawkins [ full first naming him so he knows he means business ], if you don't want to doom whatever it is you've got going on with your new beau, I'd stop lining it up alongside the idea of Harry Goodsir and I ever getting a drink without him spitting in mine. Or of me ever turning up to drink it in the first place.
Portia and Jonty are friends of my wife. [ Ex-wife, but he's already made the slip and William's well aware of his situation so he doesn't correct himself. ] Now friends of mine, so the company's been fine. Though there's suddenly a little more of it than I'd like.
[ Incredible for Hawk to have lived this long and remain so naive. He'll leave him to figure that one out for himself - either Stephen's instinct as to the nature of the upcoming soiree is right or it isn't, and there are a couple of much more pressing things to attend to. ]
You want to marry him? How long have you known this guy?
Hawk, do me a favor.
[ The favor is implied. It's 'shut up about Harry Goodsir'. ]
We met at a gala a month ago. Nothing happened - I thought I wouldn't see him again. And then I took a chance and came here to see Rosie, and he's here too. I've been seeing him, quietly, but - I've been through this before with Kenny. When you know, you know.
Alright, alright!
[can u see him putting up his hands in surrender. he is.]
But just so you know - he didn't say no when I asked if he thought you were handsome.
More importantly though, how're you? It's gotten noisier lately around here - sorry to crash your sabbatical.
[ Jaded as he is, he can't help but admire Hawk's determination to believe in love.
He lets that same remark stand for the comments about Goodsir, because he's smart enough to know that there are a lot of other words that could've been said without the meaning being yes, and replying is only encouraging him. ]
Apology accepted. I was having a much better time when none of you were here. I'm fine, though. Thanks for asking.
Can you believe the President is even here? I mean, jesus, what are the chances? It's starting to feel a little crowded. But the Balfours put on a good time - and hey. Maybe you'll meet someone too.
[ 🤏 close to "or should I say 'Bitchsir'" but he holds himself back, on account of the fact that he feels he deserves to keep hold of the conversation's high ground for a second after that little outburst. ]
If you spent less time scrutinizing my every move and more time wondering why you assume I want to fuck your twenty-something rebound just because we've breathed the same air, I might find a reason to have a modicum of respect for you.
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