[the situation grows increasingly ridiculous: francel, backed against his bookshelf, hiding his face, and zephirin, eyes closed as if welcoming a kiss – now neither is looking at the other, but both of them are being absurd.
the absurdity is mostly francel’s fault, and he realizes it, so after he gathers the remnants of his dignity, he emerges from behind his palms. stuttering faintly, he eventually manages to tug at the elbow of zephirin’s sleeve, his gaze firmly fixed on his shoes.]
...I’m sorry. Please excuse me. You can look up now. I’m fine, I swear it...
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[the situation grows increasingly ridiculous: francel, backed against his bookshelf, hiding his face, and zephirin, eyes closed as if welcoming a kiss – now neither is looking at the other, but both of them are being absurd.
the absurdity is mostly francel’s fault, and he realizes it, so after he gathers the remnants of his dignity, he emerges from behind his palms. stuttering faintly, he eventually manages to tug at the elbow of zephirin’s sleeve, his gaze firmly fixed on his shoes.]
...I’m sorry. Please excuse me. You can look up now. I’m fine, I swear it...