“No, but you know she gets terribly bored if she doesn’t have anything to be angry with me for,” Trystan said, rolling his eyes - and if Emrys did not understand how Trystan’s critical opinion on the subject of marriage might offend the sensibilities of his wife, he must have rather overestimated the state their marriage.
But that gesture about not ending up like him made it quite clear that Emrys knew enough to avoid a marriage like theirs - which, incidentally, was what Trystan had always assumed his brother had already been achieving, all these years, by showing no interest in the institution.
“Someday?” He echoed, nonplussed as to why this would have only occurred to Emrys recently, when realistically he was probably past the peak of his eligibility - he was lucky he’d not lost too much of his hair yet. Maybe someone particular had caught his eye? Trystan hated to admit that he was, in fact, intrigued by this development, and so he went along with the question in hopes of unravelling some explanation. Better to have this conversation at work than anywhere near Ambrosia at home, he supposed; perhaps that was why Emrys had picked his office for it.
“See, that’s the problem, there -” he said, happy to hammer it home as emphatically as possible if it spared his brother the misery “- there’s no escape. So if you’re going to commit, you’d better choose someone you think you’ll still be able to stand in forty years.” Choosing someone he liked - choosing someone at all - was a rather solid start, in Trystan’s opinion, since he hadn’t had the luxury.
But that gesture about not ending up like him made it quite clear that Emrys knew enough to avoid a marriage like theirs - which, incidentally, was what Trystan had always assumed his brother had already been achieving, all these years, by showing no interest in the institution.
“Someday?” He echoed, nonplussed as to why this would have only occurred to Emrys recently, when realistically he was probably past the peak of his eligibility - he was lucky he’d not lost too much of his hair yet. Maybe someone particular had caught his eye? Trystan hated to admit that he was, in fact, intrigued by this development, and so he went along with the question in hopes of unravelling some explanation. Better to have this conversation at work than anywhere near Ambrosia at home, he supposed; perhaps that was why Emrys had picked his office for it.
“See, that’s the problem, there -” he said, happy to hammer it home as emphatically as possible if it spared his brother the misery “- there’s no escape. So if you’re going to commit, you’d better choose someone you think you’ll still be able to stand in forty years.” Choosing someone he liked - choosing someone at all - was a rather solid start, in Trystan’s opinion, since he hadn’t had the luxury.
