At this point, he loses the battle with keeping a straight face. Who knew relationships with farriers could be so fraught? But he covers by ducking down to pick up a comb, starting on brushing one of Dulcinea's legs for her patience.
"I probably don't need to say it, but you should consider trying again. Unless you're okay with looking over your shoulder every time you're here."
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He stutters and struggles to explain. He waves his hand.
"It was a mistake to mention horses is all."
Farriers, man.
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"I probably don't need to say it, but you should consider trying again. Unless you're okay with looking over your shoulder every time you're here."
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"Would you help me go into hiding?"
He stares at Holden grooming for a long moment. A very long moment. A lot of brushing goes down before Edgard burst into a fake sounding laughter.
"You're right, should try talking again. Can't get worse, can it?"
His voice is not confident. It's clear he was not really joking.
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"No," he says, more patiently amused than malicious, "because I'd prefer it if you stayed here, personally."
And also because going into hiding to avoid one's lovers is, uh, probably not a great habit.