"Right," Emrys agreed with a curt nod. Until yesterday, he could have said the same. While a thing like this was never entirely without risk, he usually didn't have to leap without knowing there was ground to catch him. It was easier to drop hints when you suspected the person you were revealing yourself to was the same, and over the years Emrys had gotten very good at picking up on the clues.
Although Pettigrew's answer was what he'd expected, he was still disappointed. Emrys didn't know that it would have actually helped to talk to someone else who had been through what he'd been through last night, but it might have, and Pettigrew was the only person he could think who might have done it. He'd slept with men before Emrys, though how many Emrys wasn't sure. He was married to a woman — though, granted, they'd hardly ever talked about her. Emrys didn't know if Pettigrew loved or even liked his wife, or if he'd decided to get married for another reason. He didn't even really know if Pettigrew liked sex with his wife, only that he'd had it often enough to produce a child. Emrys wanted to ask — not because it was any of his business but because in the moment it seemed to matter whether Pettigrew was interested in sex with both genders or only with men — but couldn't think of a way to phrase it that didn't sound ridiculous.
His mouth had gone a little dry and he retrieved a bottle a wine laced with opium, which he'd bought on arrival and barely touched so far. He poured Pettigrew a glass, then refilled his own and sank back into the chair.
"I'm supposed to get married soon," he announced with a frown. "Oh, hell — she's expecting a proposal today, actually." He'd temporarily forgotten his plans to meet Miss Cosgrove that evening. He couldn't have dropped heavier hints about a proposal in his letters, so she would certainly be expecting it. Everything that had happened in the last twelve hours had complicated that plan. Another complicating factor: the ring was at his home, which was where Angelica was.
Although Pettigrew's answer was what he'd expected, he was still disappointed. Emrys didn't know that it would have actually helped to talk to someone else who had been through what he'd been through last night, but it might have, and Pettigrew was the only person he could think who might have done it. He'd slept with men before Emrys, though how many Emrys wasn't sure. He was married to a woman — though, granted, they'd hardly ever talked about her. Emrys didn't know if Pettigrew loved or even liked his wife, or if he'd decided to get married for another reason. He didn't even really know if Pettigrew liked sex with his wife, only that he'd had it often enough to produce a child. Emrys wanted to ask — not because it was any of his business but because in the moment it seemed to matter whether Pettigrew was interested in sex with both genders or only with men — but couldn't think of a way to phrase it that didn't sound ridiculous.
His mouth had gone a little dry and he retrieved a bottle a wine laced with opium, which he'd bought on arrival and barely touched so far. He poured Pettigrew a glass, then refilled his own and sank back into the chair.
"I'm supposed to get married soon," he announced with a frown. "Oh, hell — she's expecting a proposal today, actually." He'd temporarily forgotten his plans to meet Miss Cosgrove that evening. He couldn't have dropped heavier hints about a proposal in his letters, so she would certainly be expecting it. Everything that had happened in the last twelve hours had complicated that plan. Another complicating factor: the ring was at his home, which was where Angelica was.
Lou made this! <3