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[mousquetaire]

My - [ D'Artagnan almost chokes, giving her a startled smile. ] - my bedroom eyes. That's...

[ Well, he understands, at least. But he slides off her bunk, an uncertainty hidden behind his smile. ]

It's not what I meant. She's my friend, and -

[ And there's someone else. He can never be with her, she's married she's not even in this world. But she's still his someone else. ]

Thanks, Clary. That's what I needed to know.

[cupio]

Hey. [ She pauses for a minute, not sure how to progress now that he's looking like that. ] You could tell her? If you don't want it to be a date-date. If you just want to hang out?

[ Because complicated love lives seem to be a thing around here. At least she can tune in on that. ]

[mousquetaire]

[ He sighs, rolling his eyes, and then looks back at her. ]

Yes. That's what I want.

I've done everything wrong, haven't I. I knew I had.

[cupio]

No, hey. Maybe it's just a modern thing. Just be nice, have fun. You don't have to do anything you don't want to.

[ It would seem like even charming and fancy French men have a habit of getting nervous about dating. She shouldn't find it as endearing as she does. ]

[mousquetaire]

[ It's not nerves, not exactly. It's more of a worry that he's done something wrong, messed something up. Made a mistake he won't be able to fix. ]

I know that. I should have taken more care with my words.

I will in future. Thank you, Clary.

[cupio]

[ She gives him a thumbs up and a smile even though she feels like she's ruined his night now. ]

Good luck! I'll see you later, okay?

[mousquetaire]

[ He nods, giving her a faint little smile. ]

At the barbecue. I know you're going.

[cupio]

Free food!

[ She yells that him as he leaves, laughter underneath her words. She will definitely have to check him out later. Maybe spy on his date. ]