Your- oh! Um... hah. Jon doesn't much like my poetry, either. Or he- it's grown on him. Or I have. So, I think... yeah. He's better at reciting. Much, much better. His voice is really dreamy.
[Martin clears his throat.]
I think he was trained. Like in acting or something. But he didn't really recite poetry or anything. Part of his job was recording statements people gave us for our archive, though, so he did these snippets from them. I got to listen to them sometimes.
[All the time.]
But, yeah! A-any time you feel like... reciting something. I'll, um... I'll be around? Happy to listen.
[ Martin describing his boyfriend makes K smile to himself. Being a hopeless romantic, he can fully relate to the sentiments. And can't help feeling just a little envious of Jon, too, as he wonders if either of the people he's been romantically involved with have ever spoken of him like this. Probably not — he just can't imagine ever inspiring this kind of loving devotion from anyone. ]
He's lucky to have you. [ It's quiet and earnest, his smile audible in his voice. ] You're lucky to have each other. It sounds like you're very happy together. What sort of archive was it? [ He's picturing Martin listening to his boyfriend dryly reading the news with heart eyes. ]
And I'd love that. Same to you, if you ever feel like sharing poetry with me. Or just... talking. [ Does that sound weird? He hopes not. ]
Oh, ah... hah. This is going to sound pretty silly, but it's just stories from people who think they've encountered something supernatural. The place we worked dealt with, like... mythology and the occult? Publishing papers about superstitions and stuff. Social science things. It was one of the premier institutions in London, though, so it was neat!
Even if a bunch of stuff just sounds like someone was... not really in their right mind when they wrote it.
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[Martin clears his throat.]
I think he was trained. Like in acting or something. But he didn't really recite poetry or anything. Part of his job was recording statements people gave us for our archive, though, so he did these snippets from them. I got to listen to them sometimes.
[All the time.]
But, yeah! A-any time you feel like... reciting something. I'll, um... I'll be around? Happy to listen.
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He's lucky to have you. [ It's quiet and earnest, his smile audible in his voice. ] You're lucky to have each other. It sounds like you're very happy together. What sort of archive was it? [ He's picturing Martin listening to his boyfriend dryly reading the news with heart eyes. ]
And I'd love that. Same to you, if you ever feel like sharing poetry with me. Or just... talking. [ Does that sound weird? He hopes not. ]
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Even if a bunch of stuff just sounds like someone was... not really in their right mind when they wrote it.