Babet

… I don’t wanna lose you either.

Really?

-nods, then looks away-

-wipes his eyes quickly, watching him with wonder- ‘Cause, I… I thought… I make you sad, don’t I?

Sometimes, yeah, but not enough for me to want you out of it. Babet, I really care about you. That’s why I wanted to apologise, I want you to know that I would happily try to be friends again. I don’t want to lose you.

... I don't wanna lose you either.

It… it just will. Y’ said it yourself.

I said that we try to make our lives better. You’re the one who thinks my life will be better without you in it. I never thought that. Not for a moment. You’re my friend and I love you. I don’t want you to be unhappy and I know that I make you unhappy which is why I have to go. But I’d like to know why you think my life would be happier without you in it.

-wipes his eyes quickly, watching him with wonder- 'Cause, I... I thought... I make you sad, don't I?

-nods and smiles, but it fades when Grantaire continues- Yeah, tell me ‘bout that.

Nothing to tell yet. I’m just glad you two made up, I suppose. Less… regret. Less things to worry about when we’re in another continent.

...yeah. But why're you goin'?

-nods, smirks- I’m really fucking glad. -sighs- New York…

-nods and smiles, but it fades when Grantaire continues- Yeah, tell me 'bout that.

-softly- He didn’t think it was real until he tasted the food. That’s why he was so nice, at first.

-looks at Babet and grins- Sweet. Your food is better than dreams, huh?

-grins after a second- Hey, yeah! Didn't think about that. But yeah, he couldn't believe it. He was real nice 'n all. A lot better than the last time we talked.

-blushes, grinning- Yeah… He liked it. But, R… he thought it was a dream.

-blinks- What do you mean?

-softly- He didn't think it was real until he tasted the food. That's why he was so nice, at first.

I made ‘im dinner. Somethin’ eastern. With lotsa spices. He likes that shit, ‘pparently.

Yeah? I didn’t know that. Shit, that’s great.

-blushes, grinning- Yeah... He liked it. But, R... he thought it was a dream.

It’ll make your life better.

Why do you think that?

It... it just will. Y' said it yourself.

Brujon did sing the lullaby. Only quietly, though, and after a few verses he trailed off, his eyelids too heavy to keep them open. Eventually he stayed silent and continued to sing in his mind, and the grip around Babet loosened. But he didn’t immediately fall asleep. Everytime for good three hours when he noticed he was sinking into unconsciousness, he woke himself up, blinked hia eyes open, and made sure that Babet was still there.

Babet was still there. He stayed there the whole night, hugging Brujon close even in sleep. They stayed together the whole night, arms and legs tangled in a sloppy mess they'd never get to have again.

Okay. -grins and starts walking to the apartment- I’m gonna make… something with beef. I’ve got beef left over, anyway. But if you don’t want that I can get somethin’ else.

-grins, follows after him- Nah, I’d love that. When you and Brujon talked, where’d you eat? Did you make him dinner or something?

I made 'im dinner. Somethin' eastern. With lotsa spices. He likes that shit, 'pparently.

-stands up straight, excited- Whatever you want, man.

I don’t know. -smirks- Make me your favorite. Let’s go.

Okay. -grins and starts walking to the apartment- I'm gonna make... something with beef. I've got beef left over, anyway. But if you don't want that I can get somethin' else.

Wait, really? -grins, overjoyed- I thought you’d say no.

-grins, putting his hands in his pockets- Yeah, really. What are you making me?

-stands up straight, excited- Whatever you want, man.

Yeah… -kicks a stray pebble and tries not to blush- -looks up at him eagerly- I’m sure I could knock something together if you want somethin’ now.

-grins- I still have so many people to say goodbye to, but… -looks to the side, smirks- Yeah. Sure. Why not?

Wait, really? -grins, overjoyed- I thought you'd say no.

-nods, and then after a moment, grins- Really? That’s sweet. I’m proud of you two. What a shame, though, should’ve given the food to me.

Yeah... -kicks a stray pebble and tries not to blush- -looks up at him eagerly- I'm sure I could knock something together if you want somethin' now.

No. But I’ll still feel guilty. -shrugs- Yeah, of course. But I don’t know where we’re going to live yet. I could send you a letter. Did you and Brujon ever… make up?

-shrugs- You shouldn't, but I get it. Yeah, you... should. Just send it t' the Ermitage or somethin', I'll get it. -smiles sheepishly, and scuffs the ground with his shoes- Yeah. Made 'im dinner and everything, and we hardly got a bite.

-nods, looks at the floor- I don’t know. They travel a lot, so I don’t know how or where to send them.