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sadly. "He'll never be happy without you."
Simon didn't want to hear anything else. "Look, that's touching and all, but it's none of your business. Please get out, before I throw you out."
Wordlessly, Dury obeyed, leaving Simon staring into space, feeling empty and abandoned.
* * * *
The next day, Simon returned from his job with renewed sense of purpose. As a famous sculptor, he'd gotten a job with an advertising firm easily enough. The head of the business was a big fan of Simon's work and had been thrilled when Simon expressed his interest in a career there. It worked out, since Simon could still design things, without being directly involved with sculpture.
Today, they'd received an important task and Simon considered ideas of how to best express the desires of the client. He sat down on his couch and reread the file, considering each option. The perfume company was looking for a new approach, something that would combine classical with groundbreaking. That made sense since ads for such products always looked and felt the same.
"You could say it, you know, that all perfume ads are the same," a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
Simon fell off the couch in his haste to get away. The day before, he'd figured that Dury must have sneaked in while Susie was leaving. How the hell did the other man get in now? "What the hell?"
Dury gave him an amused look and jumped on the couch. He picked up the file Simon had dropped and started scanning through its contents. He snapped the folder shut and arched a brow at Simon. "So this is what you do at your day job?" he asked.
Simon could feel the censure in Dury's voice and bristled. "That's right. It's interesting and hot and I'm good at it. Why? What do you do?"
"I told you already," Dury replied. "I help people."
"Like you're helping Luc with his book," Simon said, trying to understand what Dury meant.
Dury nodded. "In case you're wondering, he's doing well. He wrote all day yesterday, but thankfully, he agreed to a break once I was back."
Simon felt his blood freeze in his veins at the implication of the words. "You… you live with him?"
"Of course," Dury replied. "How else could I help him with the writing?"
Simon couldn't believe his ears. He'd waited for Luc to ask him to move in together. He'd been convinced Luc would eventually do it, since they were right for each other in every way. But Luc hadn't, and he'd taken in this strange young man instead.
Dury abandoned the couch and knelt next to Simon on the floor. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts. But I'm not your replacement. You have to know that."
Simon angrily pushed Dury away. "Are you trying to mock me? Do you want to boast with having Luc now? I get it. You won, I lost. Leave me alone."
"This isn't about winners or losers, Simon," Dury said sadly. "It's about lovers. Why don't you understand that?"
Simon took a deep breath and reached for the cell phone in his pocket. "I'm about a second away from dialing 911. Don't try my patience. Get out."
For a second, Dury didn't do anything. "I'll go," he finally said, "but before that, I want you to answer me one question."
Simon rubbed his forehead, clutching his phone like a lifeline. "Go on. Ask already."
"Why aren't you sculpting anymore?" Dury said, and his green gaze speared through Simon's heart.
Simon froze. Susie had asked him the question many times, but this felt somehow different. Dury seemed to know exactly why Simon had given up, why his hands trembled whenever he picked up a chisel, why he couldn't hold his hammer steady and the safety goggles blocked his entire world.
"Fuck you," he growled at Dury. "Leave me the hell alone."
"Okay," Dury replied with a small smile. "I'm leaving you a small gift before I go."
He unzipped his small knapsack and removed a bunch of papers from it. "There. What Luc wrote yesterday," he explained.
Simon nearly choked on his anger and surprise. "You're kidding me. You're stealing Luc's work and giving it to me
Simon didn't want to hear anything else. "Look, that's touching and all, but it's none of your business. Please get out, before I throw you out."
Wordlessly, Dury obeyed, leaving Simon staring into space, feeling empty and abandoned.
* * * *
The next day, Simon returned from his job with renewed sense of purpose. As a famous sculptor, he'd gotten a job with an advertising firm easily enough. The head of the business was a big fan of Simon's work and had been thrilled when Simon expressed his interest in a career there. It worked out, since Simon could still design things, without being directly involved with sculpture.
Today, they'd received an important task and Simon considered ideas of how to best express the desires of the client. He sat down on his couch and reread the file, considering each option. The perfume company was looking for a new approach, something that would combine classical with groundbreaking. That made sense since ads for such products always looked and felt the same.
"You could say it, you know, that all perfume ads are the same," a familiar voice whispered in his ear.
Simon fell off the couch in his haste to get away. The day before, he'd figured that Dury must have sneaked in while Susie was leaving. How the hell did the other man get in now? "What the hell?"
Dury gave him an amused look and jumped on the couch. He picked up the file Simon had dropped and started scanning through its contents. He snapped the folder shut and arched a brow at Simon. "So this is what you do at your day job?" he asked.
Simon could feel the censure in Dury's voice and bristled. "That's right. It's interesting and hot and I'm good at it. Why? What do you do?"
"I told you already," Dury replied. "I help people."
"Like you're helping Luc with his book," Simon said, trying to understand what Dury meant.
Dury nodded. "In case you're wondering, he's doing well. He wrote all day yesterday, but thankfully, he agreed to a break once I was back."
Simon felt his blood freeze in his veins at the implication of the words. "You… you live with him?"
"Of course," Dury replied. "How else could I help him with the writing?"
Simon couldn't believe his ears. He'd waited for Luc to ask him to move in together. He'd been convinced Luc would eventually do it, since they were right for each other in every way. But Luc hadn't, and he'd taken in this strange young man instead.
Dury abandoned the couch and knelt next to Simon on the floor. "I'm sorry. I know it hurts. But I'm not your replacement. You have to know that."
Simon angrily pushed Dury away. "Are you trying to mock me? Do you want to boast with having Luc now? I get it. You won, I lost. Leave me alone."
"This isn't about winners or losers, Simon," Dury said sadly. "It's about lovers. Why don't you understand that?"
Simon took a deep breath and reached for the cell phone in his pocket. "I'm about a second away from dialing 911. Don't try my patience. Get out."
For a second, Dury didn't do anything. "I'll go," he finally said, "but before that, I want you to answer me one question."
Simon rubbed his forehead, clutching his phone like a lifeline. "Go on. Ask already."
"Why aren't you sculpting anymore?" Dury said, and his green gaze speared through Simon's heart.
Simon froze. Susie had asked him the question many times, but this felt somehow different. Dury seemed to know exactly why Simon had given up, why his hands trembled whenever he picked up a chisel, why he couldn't hold his hammer steady and the safety goggles blocked his entire world.
"Fuck you," he growled at Dury. "Leave me the hell alone."
"Okay," Dury replied with a small smile. "I'm leaving you a small gift before I go."
He unzipped his small knapsack and removed a bunch of papers from it. "There. What Luc wrote yesterday," he explained.
Simon nearly choked on his anger and surprise. "You're kidding me. You're stealing Luc's work and giving it to me
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