In the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:
Luc (to Vincent): … Um, excuse me, Vinc-- Dad? Can I talk to you for a second?
Vincent (to Luc): Sure, kiddo. What's up?
Luc (to Vincent): Well, this is a wee bit personal… I'm having a bit of a quandary regarding women. Amunet told me to sod off, so I did & now she's yelling at me because I haven't spoken to her since then. I'm very confused. Not to mention, I may have spent time with someone else… What should I do?
Vincent (to Luc): Ah. Heh. I suppose that depends on how Amunet would feel about you seeing someone else, and what it is you want. When Amunet told you to sod off, was she mad at you?
Luc (to Vincent): Amunet doesn't really get mad. She does, however, get very quiet and direct. She expressed her ire over my wanting to come back to this side. She seems to like living with Marlena in West Piedmont & I did not. When she told me to sod off, I was fairly certain she meant it. And we had never defined our relationship by any particular terms…I fucked up, didn't I?
Vincent (to Luc): Probably a bit. We all do in matters of the heart, I'm afraid. Heehee. God knows I did. Obvsies, I don't know for sure, but Amunet might have expected that you'd be missing her enough to give West Piedmont another chance. And I can't help but think, if you really wanted to move forward with her, you wouldn't be fiddlin' about with someone else.
Luc (to Vincent): ... I love Amunet, she is my best friend, but I don't believe I am in love with her. I thought I was but I didn't really have anything to compare it to... Does that make sense? I'm not saying I'm in love with someone else or anything... This is all new to me.
Vincent (to Luc): It's new to all of us until we go through it, hun. C'mere, Luc. Don't pull a face. You look like you could use a hug. If you think you're not in love with her, you're probably not. You'll know when you are. Hee hee. I hate to say this, but our family does not do anything half-assed.
Luc (to Vincent): Heh... Yes, I did notice that about us. Thank you.
Vincent (to Luc): We are many things: smart, talented, DEVASTATINGLY good-looking... But, subtle is not one of them. I know this whole situation is more than a little odd, hun, but your mom, siblings and me will always be there for you. And probably will be a bit more nosy and involved than you like. :-p
Luc (to Vincent): ... You are being rather discreet at the moment. Should I assume you already know who I've spent time with?
Vincent (to Luc): You're bunking with a gaggle of bored spies, hun.
Luc (to Vincent): So, that's a yes?
Vincent (to Luc): That would be a yes. So... how disturbed is Zoe?
Luc (to Vincent): I believe very, however, she was trying to play it off as nothing special... I think she's avoiding me, for the moment, which is why I haven't returned to the Sister. I wanted to give her time to get over it.
Vincent (to Luc): ... That's good thinking. Heh. And you say you're not good with people. She'll sort it in her head soon, I'm sure. Her origins are hard for her still sometimes... Poor kid. I'm sure you know the feeling.
Luc (to Vincent): Well yes, and coming here. It was more for my own benefit... I didn't want her to punch me.
Vincent (to Luc): Mmm. And she would probably totes punch you. Gets that violent streak from your mother, I'm afraid.
Luc (to Vincent): Heh... Are you saying that because she's not here? ;-p
Vincent (to Luc): Oh no. I'd say that in front of her, but only cuz I know for a fact your mother loves me. And I like to live dangerously.
