Sorry, what? That was...
Jude frowned in confusion. He hadn’t the slightest idea what Kieran was trying to say, and that was so far from the expected plane of a response that he didn’t know what to do with it. He - he couldn’t even tell if he was angry anymore, or frustrated or just defeated or...
Maybe he was still drunk, and it was utter nonsense. Otherwise, if by talking about the sun and orbits and whatever he was trying to say that Jude tried to make himself the centre of every conversation they had or everything they did, then Jude didn’t have a fucking clue what planet Kieran was living on, because that was the furthest thing from the truth; and if Kieran couldn’t see that, then every May Day, every Friday meeting at the Augurey, every full moon spent up in the attic was obviously lost on him. If their lives revolved around anything, it was not -
Oh.
Oh.
Something sank in at last as Kieran started up to the attic, cage in tow.
“You’re going to let it out of the cage,” Jude said, now that it had dawned on him, meeting his gaze when he looked back. “The rabbit. Aren’t you?” Sandwich. In case it turned out the wolf fancied a midnight snack.
He could not even be suitably impressed or apprehensive or satisfied in having figured that out, because this night was one conundrum after another; the moment he solved one, lo and behold, Kieran gave him another. (“The sun”, honestly. What was he supposed to do with that?)
Jude frowned in confusion. He hadn’t the slightest idea what Kieran was trying to say, and that was so far from the expected plane of a response that he didn’t know what to do with it. He - he couldn’t even tell if he was angry anymore, or frustrated or just defeated or...
Maybe he was still drunk, and it was utter nonsense. Otherwise, if by talking about the sun and orbits and whatever he was trying to say that Jude tried to make himself the centre of every conversation they had or everything they did, then Jude didn’t have a fucking clue what planet Kieran was living on, because that was the furthest thing from the truth; and if Kieran couldn’t see that, then every May Day, every Friday meeting at the Augurey, every full moon spent up in the attic was obviously lost on him. If their lives revolved around anything, it was not -
Oh.
Oh.
Something sank in at last as Kieran started up to the attic, cage in tow.
“You’re going to let it out of the cage,” Jude said, now that it had dawned on him, meeting his gaze when he looked back. “The rabbit. Aren’t you?” Sandwich. In case it turned out the wolf fancied a midnight snack.
He could not even be suitably impressed or apprehensive or satisfied in having figured that out, because this night was one conundrum after another; the moment he solved one, lo and behold, Kieran gave him another. (“The sun”, honestly. What was he supposed to do with that?)
