“Hubert! Did someone hurt you?”
“Not before I hurt them.”

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“Hubert! Did someone hurt you?”
“Not before I hurt them.”
“Christ kid what what hell happened to you?”
“Just--... a fight.”
“-----...”
“Is this even apple juice..?”
“Let me---...” taking a swig, he shook his head. “Nope, no way.”
“What? I ordered apple juice–is it supposed to taste all weird like that though..?”
“Not---...not necessarily, Nilla.”
“I want to.”
“Fine.”
“No, no. Mon pauvre bébé. I’ll take care of you.”
“-----...You don’t have to.”
“Mon cher! Ce qui s'est passé? Are you okay?!”
“Hm---.. yeah, I’m fine.”
“----... No, no, I’m fine.”
Toulouse shrugged. “It’s alright. I’ve done better. Merci, though.” He glanced over at Hubert and smiled. “Tu me manques.”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t be able to do that.” He shrugged, smiling at Toulouse.
Toulouse stood up so Hubert could see the painting. “Just a little painting.”
“This is awesome, T.”
“Good. I was just..working on a personal project.”
“Oh---... What’s it like?”
Toulouse turned around and smiled. “Hi.” He grabbed a towel off the table he was working at and wiped the paint off of his hands. “How are you?”
Hubert smiled as he closed the door behind him. “I’m good---...” he said, sitting on a dry area on the art bench. “How are you?”
“Oui? Come inside.”
“S’up---.. thought I’d drop by.”
“I can come back later?”
“Hey, no, it’s all good.”
“---..Yeah?”
“Moi?”
“Oui.”