So, About That Funeral...

BASTIEN I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it "..I suppose. But this temptation is so great the waiting is agony." Bastien was indeed used to instant gratification, valued things that were immediate and now over anything he'd have to wait for. He'd rarely found waiting made anything better...but now he had little choice but to wait, and Rexanna was the most worthwhile person he could be patient for. He nodded and glanced down as she admitted she was not happy about the funeral. For the first time he realised that perhaps playing so readily with people's emotions was perhaps wrong, that it was not something that should be done with a fickle indifference. But consequences? Those he could always handle. He smiled and moved to place his hand over hers comfortingly, trying not to notice how soft her skin felt next to his now worn and leathery fingertips. "I will be fine, Rexanna. It is...just a matter of working it out. And from now, I promise: I will fill you in on all plans I make beforehand, so you may tell me why they are bad ideas." His eyes filled with a fond amusement as he smiled. He almost pointed out that it wasn't very humble at all to suggest someone else take on your humility, but he didn't. She took his other hand and he let her, feeling both like a boyfriend and a grandfather; a strange duality. "Perhaps I will try. What is your first suggestion?"