Re: gotham russian tea room; loren & jules
"I think you'll find I mind many more things these days." Time changed everything, only fools and naivetes thought differently. And for as often as Jules may have regarded Loren as a fool in the past, the naivete(what lingering hint of its bizarre existence) was gone. That is what Loren told himself, anyway. Jules paraded carelessly with long pale legs that stretched and crossed, and Loren's line of sight didn't have to dip down to see it. Maybe Jules didn't care about anything, Loren tried to remember but people who were hard to read were that way for a reason.
The only way they'd even known each other was through a door. A door to the dead where their distressed lovers could reunite for further horror.
Jules played games, Loren remembered that. Maybe he remembered it wrongly, but that it what Loren chose to remember. Which is why when Jules reached for the teacup, a hand was quick to snap up. Fingers captured the dove white wrist without a hint of pressure, just a circling. The kind of practice that came from grabbing a gun and knowing the precise amount of twitch would pull a trigger. That kept the cup suspended between them, hovering porcelain.
"I've been with men." Plural. They could dance around the same question all afternoon, but Loren wasn't the one that was truly dressed for dancing. "What is your real question?"