Date: 2012-10-29 07:11 am (UTC)
One of these things, at least, could be changed, when it came time. There were at least four years between then and now, however.

Her fingers cling just slightly to his as she tsks first at her mother in rapid, nearly accent-less French, "Je vais dire bonsoir à mon copain. Écouter Kevin, Mère."

"Go," Argine sighs, waving at them lightly before letting Kevin help her to her feet. "I'll see you in the morning, mon lionceau."

So Eileen gives his hand a tug, brings him quickly back to the door so she can shut it tightly behind them. Throw her arms at last, properly, around his neck and release a breath she didn't know she was holding. "You were fantastic."
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