HRH Prince Theodore

I AM AND ALWAYS WILL BE AN HRH. BUT OUT OF PERSONAL CHOICE I LIKE TO BE CALLED TEDDY — FOR NOW.

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lou-taylor:

There was the moment of blinding panic when all she could think was Teddy was hurt, and suddenly she couldn’t just think Teddy. She couldn’t think Teddy, after all this time or Teddy, not my Teddy. All she could think was Teddy needs me, and she rushed over and touched him as though no time had passed. No second thought; no hesitation. He needs me. 

She was thinking Neosporin, bandages, all the ways she used to fix Ava’s scraped knees when they were younger. All her focus was on fixing that for a second she could forget that she had inflicted far worse, forget to worry that maybe she wasn’t allowed to touch him anymore. His words brought her back to reality and suddenly her hands burned. Her cheeks, too. Suddenly, fire everywhere. She was touching him - after months of nothing, and it occurred to her dimly that he hadn’t flinched away. 

You still kept the hat. Her eyes immediately darted from his hand back up to his eyes - so much closer now, and the effect of them was increased tenfold. Her hands released their grip on his, falling loosely to her sides, but she found that she couldn’t otherwise move. Maybe didn’t even want to. Maybe she felt safer even being in his orbit than she had these last months being lost out at sea… His eyes were bluer up close, and she remember the nights she could have spent forever staring into them. How had they not lost that power? 

She supposed, really, she was looking for some sort of sign in them - the hurt Ed had told her about, but also something deeper. She was looking for the hate that she knew she deserved. The accusations that she was a coward; that she’d never really deserved his heart in the first place. Instead, he said you look well, and she could feel the tears welling in her eyes without her permission. Because, despite everything, despite everything she had put him through, she couldn’t find that hatred in his eyes. Despite everything, he still was the most ridiculously wonderful man. 

She hadn’t know what she was going to say when she saw him; hadn’t known if she could give him the closure Ed said he needed. But with Teddy stood right in front of her, that look in his eyes, all she could manage was ‘I’m so sorry,’ before it broke off into a sob. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

The moment was brief, not nearly as long as he would’ve wished it to be, and yet in those seconds while her hands took his, he could see a string of memories spanning through those three years they had spent together, quickly running through his mind as if he could pin point in them what had happened. Where they had gone wrong. What he had done to send her running away from him and what they had.

Teddy stood there, unblinking, until tears began to well up in his eyes as if mirroring Lou’s. His fist closed now again, tighter, but the bleeding didn’t stop. The stain grew as he pressed his hand against his shirt, feeling the blood filter through the fabric and etch on the skin underneath. He had grown numb to it all, or so he had thought, to the pain and the heartbreak. But seeing her there changed all the cards of the game again. 

“Sorry.” The man echoed a few breaths after she had voiced her apology, as if testing the word with his own lips. Sorry. “You’re sorry.” There was a hint of raging confusion as he talked but he was too weak to react with anger or reproach. How could he when he was sincerely overjoyed to see her again even when she had broke his heart like it had never been broken before? It still beat a little faster because of her. It still ached to bring her close. 

“Why?” The question left him breathless, as if he had exhausted all the strength he had left in an effort to muster up the courage to say it. Knowing it was only a matter of days, easily downsized to merely hours, before he left with no further excuse of remaining in that city, the Prince needed to hear it. The answer. He needed to hear it from her, not knowing if this would be the last time he saw her again. So he took her in. Took everything in. All that pain striking reunion and let it sink. “I thought we were happy. I thought we were good. What happened? Why did you leave? What did I do?” The words flowed much easier now. Her sob did nothing to stop them. Then a question that got stuck in his throat, one in which his voice broke with every word. “Were you ever coming back to me?”

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aliciareynvlds:

Alicia glanced up at the male that knelt before her, her brow raised as she peered over him to see if he was trying to steal her food or to help her. When she noticed it was the latter, Ali focused her attention back on the task at hand. Trying to fit all her items within her pockets and arms. “I don’t know,” she sighed at him, smiling between her words so he knew that her anger wasn’t directed towards him. 

“Do you have a bag?”

“I’m afraid I don’t, no.” Theodore could call his detail, knowing Ed was never too far away from him anyways, to help but desisted. The normalcy he enjoyed in this place at certain occasions was actually gratifying. “I do have a set of arms to help you carry the rest if you lead the way, however.”

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aliciareynvlds:

“You can walk around, sorry.” Alicia said with a slight pained expression after she glanced down at the ground and the items that were scattered on the pavement after the brown bag had ripped open in her grasp. The eggs had suffered the worst damage, leaving them all shattered on the sidewalk. “This is the worst day ever.”

The Prince had taken a slight detour from the expecting crowd. With his remaining days in America coming to an end, it was getting harder to wander without having his access blocked by a commotion. Having to go everywhere with security staff and moving around flagged automobiles didn’t help his stealth either so he had to resort to old methods: sneaking out. 

Stepping on something that cracked under his sole caught his attention and brought him to a halt, the woman kneeling as she gathered other items and placed them back in the bag amusing. Without thinking it twice, he too knelt beside her and handed her some of the things. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid this has no repair.” As he stood up, he offered the broken pieces of what seemed to be a compact case. “Is there anything I can do to help make it a little better, miss?”

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lou-taylor:

The walk back to the hotel was filled with the kind of silence that rang loudly in her ears. Lou warred every few seconds with the contradictory compulsions to ask Ed more questions and use these few moments to collect her thoughts about what to say to Teddy. The result ended up being far less productive than either option, and by the time she was stood outside Teddy’s hotel door, worrying at the brim of her hat with both hands, she hadn’t the slightest idea was to do. Her eyes shifted from the dark stained wood to Ed as he initiated their signature knock, looking for any sort of reassurance, but all she received as a stoic nod as he turned the handle and opened the door for her. She took a few small hesitant steps inside, but as she turned back around to watch Ed follow in behind her, all she saw was that same dark stained wood as the door snapped shut again. 

They were alone… 

She moved to take another step further into the room, but she was trapped immediately into immobility by his voice. It was still just as honey smooth as she remembered it; the kind that sent a tingle down her spine at the familiar comfort of it. Videos of press conferences snuck late at night on youtube through crappy earbuds could never compare…  Was it her? Lou honestly struggled with what to say, or even how to say it, because it felt like a heavy stone was lodged in her throat. She was spared, however, of having to power through it because he turned around and suddenly all she could see was the blue of his eyes. 

There was a moment of intense stillness - just staring into each other’s eyes - and all Lou could think was I missed you. She almost said it, but then a splash of red in her periphery of her eye. “You’re hurt,” she exclaimed, rushing forward unthinkingly, blinded by concern, dropping her hat on the bed and immediately grabbing his clenched fist with her hands to examine it. 

It had been a week and a half after Lou left that someone first caught the stench and heaviness of alcohol in his speech. Ed had warned him, tried to stop him, but in the end, Teddy was his boss. Yet no one ruled the Queen and Her Majesty was relentless in scolding her grandson when he arrived at an afternoon tea appointment with her late, ruffled and barely able to form proper words as he spoke. She knew. Of course, she knew everything, but he lied. No, he didn’t care. Yes, he’d get over it. No, it didn’t hurt. Yes, he’d stop drinking. No, he wouldn’t embarrass her. 

“Only a little.” The Prince blurted out, caught off guard by his own voice. He didn’t blink. He didn’t look anywhere else but his eyes remained on the woman, following her come nearer as though, if he lost track of her, she’d disappear from his vision. He didn’t care about the blood prickling still from the slash on his palm or the stains on his shirt. Teddy had forgotten all about it and his words had answered a different question, a different kind of hurt—and he had lied, too, because he had to. Because he couldn’t hurt, or he shouldn’t. Not anymore. Not after he had embarrassed the crown and his family, and stained his name for hurting. So strongly. So deeply. Only a little didn’t begin to cover it.

Her touch, however, allowed him to lower his gaze for once. At that moment, he didn’t have to stare at their hands together to know she was there, she was real, because her touch sent a jolt down his spine as if his soul had suddenly found its carcass again and returned to his body. He was whole for an instant. Nothing else mattered.

“You still kept the hat.” It was small talk. Even if he was good at it with people, they had never had to resort to it before. His throat had tightened, audible in his voice. Teddy let her take a look at his hand but his eyes returned to her, following the silhouette of her face, the curl in her hair, taking in her scent. He sniffed. Winced softly at the sharp sting releasing his fist entailed. Her hand felt so soft but cold. He was boiling underneath. It was slowly becoming harder to breathe, too, finding himself holding his breath. I miss you, he wanted to say. I love you, his chest shouted, iron cage to increasingly fast beating of his heart. “You look well.” Beautiful, he meant. Even more so than he remembered. 

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lilybrooks:

Lily glared at the person standing in front of her, impatiently tapping her foot against the ground. She had never been this irritable before, though she supposed it was a new trait she picked up since leaving sunny California. When a few moments passed and the person still wouldn’t budge, she cleared her throat to make her presence known. “Excuse me? You’re in my shot,” She spoke, trying her best not to let her annoyance shine through as she held up the camera hanging around her neck. 

“I’m sorry.” Perhaps it was just an immediate British response to apologize but the prince was honestly confused. He wasn’t sure what he was on the way on as he stood waiting for his next appointment. With his time in Nashville approaching its end, the daily schedules only got busier but he did what he had to. 

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lou-taylor:

He isn’t, but he must. Wasn’t that always the way with Teddy? Once upon a time, she had carved out a safe space for him - a place where he could just be himself, no responsibilities, no obligations, built up out of the walls of her apartment, warmed up by his smile, her laugh, the love they made together. She had always wanted to be his safe haven, the way he was for her - even if his was on a precipice with a rocky foundation and the constant threat of toppling over into the thing she feared most. In his arms, she could pretend it was just the two of them, and she was safe, and she could be happier than she had ever felt before in her life - happier, maybe, then she ever would again. She had only ever wanted to be that for him, but instead, all she had done was bring them both pain. 

Ed said he needed her help, but she didn’t know what she could possibly do when her solution had been to just run away. She didn’t even know if she had thought she was doing the right thing at the time; she didn’t know if she thought at all. She’d just panicked - no other explanation for it. And Teddy was a monarch - steady and loyal and true - and one day an entire country would rely on his leadership. How could he possibly still love her? How could that possibly be for the best? 

He isn’t, but he must. That was the way it always was with Teddy, and it always broke her heart…

She stared down at the phone in her hands, turned it over several times, inspecting it like maybe it had the answers. But was there really anything to decide? Did she ever really have a choice? “Take me to him?” she asked, her words soft and hesitant. 

Shattered glass glistened dangerously on the floor where it landed, drops of golden bourbon clinging to the sharp corners and staining the rug underneath. It had been an accident, premeditated, when the liquor no longer burned down his throat and he sent it crashing against the wall. His hand shook as he tried to pick up some of the pieces, a sting when the glass slashed his palm. It was pointless. His behavior was unacceptable. It wasn’t right for him to lose himself, his control, so easily. His forehead rested against the window as he stared out into the neon lights of the music capital but was all a blinding blur. 

“Was it her?” The young Prince asked the moment he heard the door, the series of knocks identifying his detail. For years they had designated a specific rhythm to announce their presence on the other side of a room and Teddy needn’t turn to know it was Ed there. He kept his hand in a tight fist, an intent to stop the bleeding, but it had already stained his white shirt, the loose tie and unruly hair giving him a ragged, almost casual, look.

“Ed.” You can say it. He thought. If she didn’t want to see him. If it wasn’t her but his mind playing tricks of him. If he couldn’t find her... Three months. Three months and this is where she was. Had she been there all along? Was she ever planning to go back. “Ed—” When he turned to the door, however, his detail was nowhere to be seen and he just stood there, staring into the eyes of the woman he had loved and lost. 

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[text] It’s not funny! I wasn’t wearing underwear that day! [text] Your mom scares me, I think she can smell my fear.

Answered.

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TEDDY ✉ MOIRA

Moira: It’s not funny! I wasn’t wearing underwear that day!

Moira: Your mom scares me, I think she can smell my fear.

Theodore: My mother is not so terrible, but I think she heard you weren't wearing any pants and that's why she was being so harsh.

Theodore: Very little escapes her. You learn that in due time.

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[text] Found your shirt in my room. I’m keeping it forever.

Answered.

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TEDDY ✉ BRANDON

Brandon: Found your shirt in my room. I’m keeping it forever.

Theodore: How did my shirt end up in your room?

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sammrps:

bansheeroleplays:

[text] Hello? Did you forget about me? I’ve been waiting for you to pick me up for an hour!

[text] I just saw a man in a speedo and it reminded me of you. ♥

[text] I swear to drunk I’m not God. Shiit, wait! I fcked up!

[text] Your mom just asked if we’re sexually active. HELP!

[text] Pretty sure your drunk uncle just thought I was a stripper he knew. Not sure if I should feel flattered or grossed out.

[text] Found your shirt in my room. I’m keeping it forever.

[text] Are you getting my texts? Now I know how Anna felt…okay byeeeee.

[text] You really shouldn’t trust me with watching your kid for you.

[text] Okay serious question time. If I was a guy would you go gay for me?

[text] Guess who’s no longer a virgin?

[text] Okay but if you keep singing I Just Had Sex, you’ll never have sex again. Ever.

[text] So I went to buy alcohol for the third time this week and the cashier said he was pretty sure I had a “problem” glad I realized I’m a shopaholic!

[text] Sorry I told your dad he was hot and made things awkward.

[text] I’m hungry, you’re horny. Buy me pizza and I’ll eat it while you fuck me.

[text] I think a six year old just hit on me. I’m scared.

[text] People think I’m a slut, but what’s even funnier is I KNOW I’m one.

[text] I know it’s late, but I just thought about the time we stayed up all night talking. I miss that. I miss you.

[text] I wish you were here, my parents are fighting again.

[text] I’m cold, come cuddle with me.

[text] So I just bumped into your ex. That was interesting.

[text] Did you sleep with [name]? Everyone’s talking about it.

[text] I wish I could hate you. I really wish I could.

[text] Breaking up over text? I’m actually surprised that I can’t say that’s the worst thing you’ve done.

[text] I just need time.

[text] It’s not funny! I wasn’t wearing underwear that day!

[text] I’ve cried too much for you. I can’t do this anymore.

[text] Your mom scares me, I think she can smell my fear.

[text] Was that picture for me? What did I do to deserve that? Because…WOW.

[text] You can’t keep sexting me in class. The only body part of mine I should be raising is my hand!

[text] Oh, by the way. You should have kissed me goodbye.

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carinasoler:

Carina hadn’t drank heavily in a long time. It was something she hardly did even now. But she liked coming to the bar every so often, the food a good reason, but the drinks were just an extra treat when she did come. She was paying attention to the news that the bartender had put on for her, hardly paying attention to her surroundings as she munched on her fries. It didn’t even phase her as someone walked in and sat down next to her. 

But as soon as the man spoke, Carina jumped a little, turning to see who had spoken. “The bartender is going to recommend a crappy IPA, don’t listen to him. He’s got terrible taste. Don’t tell him I said that, though. He was nice enough to let me watch the news when everyone else wants to watch sports.”

“I suppose the question is, are you watching the news because you’re drinking or are you drinking because you’re watching the news?” All the young Prince could hope for, at that moment, was that they wouldn’t suddenly start showing anything about his visit to that very establishment with some live footage from outside. He already carried too much attention to himself to add yet another slightly embarrassing moment at the place. Still, as he sat there by the bar, Teddy took a brief look at the beers on tap, recognizing only a few of them and wondering what he should go for.

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lou-taylor:

Lou felt like a nostalgic mess, even Ed’s formal tone igniting a spark of affection in her gut. Maybe it was silly of her, thinking of Ed as a friend she suddenly now realized she had missed - she could only imagine he wasn’t too fond of her. She had never really been able to get a good read on him back when she and Teddy were dating - he was too terse, too cold, so undeniably British in that sense, and constant reminder of everything that Teddy was, everything that would eventually tear them apart. And she’d never known how Ed had felt about her. At best, she figured, she had probably been a job, another piece of the puzzle to fit in, bordering more on a nuisance than anything. But now, there could be no mistaking it - she was the woman who had broken his prince’s heart. 

It was that thought, and Ed’s warning that finally had her feet stuttering to a stop. Because she had never intended to break Teddy’s heart, though she knew with a certainty that Ed didn’t need to confirm that she had. It was an unfortunate consequence, but a necessary one. Her own heart was not left unharmed, however, and the broken pieces of it beat heavy in her chest as Ed confirmed Teddy still loved her, but that all his manic behavior of the last months had been her doing - a cry for attention, as though she hadn’t been looking out for him everyday… The tears welled up in her eyes unbidden as she finally turned around to face him. “I know it wasn’t fair, me coming here. But I never meant for him to see him. I just… I had to see him. Had to see for myself that he was all right.” 

She couldn’t help the tiny gasp that escaped her at Ed’s request. To tell him she didn’t love him anymore. To break his heart again and in person this time. To watch the pain on his face. “I don’t- I don’t know if I can do that,” she shook her head desperately, a hand coming up to wipe away a stray tear desperately. Could she really set him free? Did she really want to? But what was the alternative? Tell the truth? Burden him with the loss of their child? Let him love her despite it - despite the fact that she might never be able to give him an heir? Let him love her in secret? 

All she knew was from the moment she saw him again, she ached for him, the same way she always had. Three months had not been enough to change that, and Lou feared she could have three centuries more and the same would still be true. 

There was silence. Ed had never been a man of many words. Not often, anyways. Not unless he had something to say or he had taken a few too many shots of Scotch—most likely under Prince Teddy’s pressure to lighten up. But his silence usually spoke louder than words, thousands of thoughts swarming on his mind, putting the puzzles together. He did this as he tok in his surroundings, the slight shifts on her tone, the dilated pupils rimmed with tears, gasps who would’ve otherwise gone unnoticed to anyone else but not him, a person trained to read body language and keep the second in line to the throne safe, even in matters of love. His own feelings and opinions took a backseat, but even in his cryptic, stoic mannerisms, he, too, felt for the woman his Prince held in such a high pedestal and close to his heart.

“Royalty can’t be selfish, Miss.” He neither condoned or apprehended her behavior. It wasn’t his right to do so, nor did he have a say. Knowing Teddy, the Prince was probably drilling holes in his room, pacing in circles as he tried to get himself together, to make sense of it all. The memories, the feelings, rushing back too him too fast, all at once, overwhelmingly. She had to see him, to see he was all right. “He isn’t but he must. It’s my job to keep him safe, but there’s things not even I can stop. I need your help.” 

As a subject of the Crown, Ed knew the complications their union would mean to the country. He also knew the United Kingdom loved their young Prince more than they had any previous monarch in modern history and they would choose his happiness over medieval laws. If there was any secrecy on his part was per Lou’s own request, and it was also their downfall. Reaching for an inside pocket behind the lapels of his suit jacket, Ed handed her a jet black flip phone, the kind that had long gone out of fashion. It was also a safe line of contact. “My number is saved there. We’ll be in Nashville for another three days. Think about what you want to do, Lou. I’ll arrange a safe meeting space. But whatever you decide, be honest to him. And to yourself. Even if it hurts.” He was starting to walk away, feeling the need to repeat his previous words. “Royalty can’t be selfish.”

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moiraoconiell:

“Well, it’s truly good to see you, too.” Moira said in a soft tone. It was weird having someone around she was able to let her guard down, someone who not only had known what she went through, but also had lost someone else in that freaky accident. The follow up Theodore had done of her recovery was just icing on the cake. She remembered that at first she didn’t quite like him — she thought she was the prince’s charity case. She thought, he was making good with her only to show the people that no grudges were being held, but in the end, she couldn’t have been more wrong and seeing him there, was actually a surprised.

Moira had the tendency not to keep in touch with the people from her past.

With a small grin on her lips, she stood in front of him after giving him the mug. Right there, in a bar, in the middle of Nashville, Teddy looked almost normal. That was, if she could concentrate hard enough to ignore the media circus happening outside. Still, she managed to focus on him enough to hear him speaking, hoping that because of his detail, nobody would bother them in that… rekindling time. “So, a lot of royal duties and something that sounded a bit cryptic. I’m not going to press, you know I’m not, but it is a part of my job.” Moira joked. Truth was, she hardly paid any mind to the patrons’ problems when they wanted to unload on her, the brunette mostly stood close in order to get bigger tips. With Theodore it was different, it was highly different. “So, let me understand it. You have one week to do all these things here and they are expecting you to give some bimbo a ring when you’re done? Luv, this is not alright in the slightest. Isn’t there any way you can make this trip a little longer? I mean, one week and this might be the only time I see you.”

Perhaps it had been indoctrinated on him from a very early age or maybe he was just born with that sense of charisma he inherited, most likely, from his mother, but Teddy had what some debated to be either a weakness or a strength: he cared about people, and he cared deeply. He was quick to make friends even when he had to discern the essence of those around him, their intentions. Most of the time, he was more keen on seeing the good in people than the bad, and it had come to teach him a lesson time and time again. Men who were born in positions like him couldn’t be so oblivious to the unfairness and evil in the world, and he wasn’t. Yet he believed everyone had the inherent opportunity and chance to do better, to be better, to rise above themselves. Maybe that’s why, after his first visit to the hospital once Moira had woken up from the coma, he didn’t give up. The Prince could feel the animosity coming from her, the distrust, even. But he remained there without relinquishing his purpose. He, too, wanted to see her rise above herself. Sometimes, he had learned, all you needed was one person to believe in you. Even Princes. And he took it as his own personal duty to be there through her process of rehabilitation. That is, until she left. 

Many people left. Teddy was beginning to think if that was just some kind of curse he had been bestowed upon. If it was something he just had to assume as certain instead of fighting to keep them near him. To put them through the burden that was being friends or acquaintances to a Prince. Perhaps that was a monarchs greatest sacrifice, abiding a lonesome life even when you had not one day of privacy.

“To put it shortly, yes. That’s about it.” Teddy laughed chuckled. “It really sums my every day, your words.” Lots of royal duties and something cryptic. “Maybe your job and mine have more in common than you’d think.” But upon her question, he just took a drink. Despite the easy smile on his face, one that seemed to be perfectly sketched even when he was feeling his worse, Teddy knew that Moira’s words were not so far from the truth. He was twenty-nine years old. The country, the Crown, weighed heavily on his shoulders. They demanded some sort of stability from him, even the promise of an heir. “Not quite so, but yes, in a way, something like that. Or, as I’ve been advised, sometime before my 30th birthday.” Another gulp. “My birthday’s in April.” He laughed though there was no humor exchanged. “What could there possibly be in Nashville, Tennessee that would explain an elongated stay?” No, in other words. There was nothing he could do.

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wyattscottr:

“A month geez….” Wyatt couldn’t fathom being in trouble for a month, not even when he was kid. Though he had a feeling that this guy had a reputation to maintain and couldn’t allow himself to get too wild as much as he wanted to. “You’re not some government official from another country are you?” he inquired with a raised eyebrow. The way he was talking about leg of a trip, it sounded rather official to him. “I’ve been to both. Before I went back to college every year, I’d spend a couple of days in New York. But I went to Washington D.C. when I was a kid though I don’t remember much of it. 

A month was nothing. Not really. Not when he and his families still dealt with rumors and bad press from years ago, if not even that of their ancestors. His margin of error was very thin if not non-existent. Teddy didn’t think whatever happened at that bar would be worse than some of the things he’s been involved lately. “You could say that, yes.” But he graciously accepted the other man’s clueless guess. It was time like this where he wished, perhaps, he could go unnoticed more often. If he could, if only just for a day, be a regular man where he didn’t have to think about every move he took being scrutinized. So he didn’t immediately exposed his identity. Not yet. “Where did you attend college? What do you do?”