The Tailor settled back. “Company is, in the end, my primary focus. Our classmates were insistent we try to keep connections to ease each other’s minds.” They began to prepare their cup with sugar, continuing, “I don’t know how much weight I hold to that belief myself. But you offered me reprieve, and I intended more than anything to repay the favor.”
That was the real heart of it: the Tailor hated owing anyone anything. The Socialite had been kind, and that in itself was nothing to sneer at, but still something in the Tailor felt like a debt, however small, had been incurred.
They did also just like the fellow. There was that too.
“If today can be in any way a help to either of us, I’ll find it was a success. Do you take sugar?”
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Re: ... an invited guest arrives.
Date: 2025-06-30 09:00 pm (UTC)That was the real heart of it: the Tailor hated owing anyone anything. The Socialite had been kind, and that in itself was nothing to sneer at, but still something in the Tailor felt like a debt, however small, had been incurred.
They did also just like the fellow. There was that too.
“If today can be in any way a help to either of us, I’ll find it was a success. Do you take sugar?”