OOC: Appointments

[burns_so_brightly]

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[winksandnods]

[A pause. A laugh.

Understatement of the century, Julian. But.]

Guy takes everything hard.

[But then--]

I don't ever want to have to tell him something like that again. Especially not if I could have prevented or at least discouraged it.

[burns_so_brightly]

...It's funny. When I chose to go to Spain, I never thought I'd be around to see the outcome if I couldn't come back. Back when death was a risk instead of something that already happened.

[winksandnods]

It's simpler, certainly, when dead men stay dead. But. That isn't what happens.

Which means you're not to get yourself into any trouble. Not get hurt, not get mixed up in... [in our world] in anything.

[burns_so_brightly]

...I didn't do the wrong thing, Anthony.

[winksandnods]

[A sigh.]

No. You didn't.

[burns_so_brightly]

...You don't think I did the right one, either.

[winksandnods]

I think there was no "right" thing.

[burns_so_brightly]

[He spends some time chewing over that as they walk. After a moment, he speaks up again.]

So you want me to stay out. For Guy's sake.

[winksandnods]

And for yours.

But if I try to just convince you on that point-- I know you. You'll tell me it's not my place to tell you what you can and can't do when you want to help.

So-- yes. For Guy's sake.

[burns_so_brightly]

...Not for yours?

[Odd words to be spoken with a smile. He doesn't deny that Anthony is absolutely right.]

[winksandnods]

[Anthony doesn't have an immediate answer for that. Rare enough, certainly.]

[burns_so_brightly]

[Julian flicks the end of his cigarette.] What do you expect me to do, then?

[winksandnods]

[He chuckles.]

Enjoy yourself.

Keep your eyes and ears open, but don't stick your neck out. Not until we know what we're dealing with.

[This time, he actually laughs--] Good luck on the "going out on dates" part of your plan, though.

[burns_so_brightly]

The advantage of being bisexual, Anthony. I met a lady.

[winksandnods]

Well, well. [He smirked.] Perhaps they go more for poets here than journalists.

[burns_so_brightly]

I see! Poor Philby. [There is an utter absence of sympathy, especially evident since he is practically cackling.]

[winksandnods]

Not one of us has had any luck. [But he's smiling, despite it.] An utter tragedy.

[burns_so_brightly]

[A laugh.] Something's twisted about saying that to your ex, Anthony. I'm thinking about finding someone to set you up with, now, and that's not right at all.

[winksandnods]

Only twisted if it ended badly, I'd say. [He smiles.] But if you can do that? I'll consider it a miracle.

[burns_so_brightly]

I'll do it, then. [A drag from his cigarette.] Sad day when Anthony Blunt can't get laid.

[winksandnods]

Particularly when it's January, and I arrived in October. [Pity him, Julian. Really.]

[burns_so_brightly]

Getting a bit randy, are we? I'll have to see what I can do about it. Village this size, there must be a man willing to give head to a handsome man such as yourself.

[winksandnods]

[He knew he liked you, Julian. Never a doubt. This only confirms it.] And if I run into any other ones here who like the artist type, I'll send them right your way.

[burns_so_brightly]

[In a mocking tone:] How very kind of you!

[winksandnods]

[A slight, slight chuckle escapes. One of the community houses has come into view.]

Our first stop, I believe.