Noctisardor Bypass Sitting here underneath the bridge

etienne?
oh, dear god. he was one of those — homosexuals.
andras masks his disgust behind a sympathetic glint of his honeyed gaze, pushing out a small sigh. i see the way you look at him. to be honest with you, heda, i do not feel he is worth your time.
i've met many a man like him, even some women; i courted a few, before i met my wife. selfish. rude. cowardly. and, a breath, he has to want to change those things about himself. you cannot make him. and unless he does, any fleeting happiness he may bring you will only be flushed out by immense pain.
i would never do this to you.
he wished to hold her heart in his palms, feel the warm rhythm, only to squeeze it until it bursts. his. his. his.
a patrol, he is pulled from his thoughts by her beautiful eyes, the lovely countenance. she was inviting him, and he knew this, but the last thing she needed right now was more insistence, more aggression. do you desire company?