he knew there would come a point where his promises would have to be fulfilled. barty was well aware that he couldnât drag things out any longer, no matter how much he might want to. ah, if it were up to him, heâd hire the band for private events where only he was the audience. he wouldnât mind.
and, in fact, he could do it.
but he knew jae was driven more by passion. and perhaps that was what made them so interesting, as well as the reason for the empathy that sometimes settled in his chest. it wasnât something he would admit aloud, but perhaps it was something reflected in his ever-expressive eyes.
" you make your own clothes as well? the genius you are, " he said, his tone swinging between irony and playful banter, but always smooth. with jae, he didnât use the sharp tones or the unbearable sarcasm he often employed with people who werenât on the darker side of the war, though that attitude stemmed from a rather childish reason in any case. " oh, darling, you donât need to tell me that to make me feel special. i already know i am. " insecurity transformed into arrogance with a simple flutter of his eyelashes, his lips curling into a sly smile. however, the weight of the words settled heavily on his shoulders, and a brief breath escaped his lungs. " i know, i know... " he began, subtly moistening his lips as his brown eyes locked on the musician. " do you really want that level of fame, jae? you wonât be able to sleep in peace once it all blows up. and believe me, it will blow up. " he warned, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand. " do you think itâs a good idea? i say that because, well, you seem like a good person. and fame ruins good people. " he narrowed his eyes, thoughtful, his voice remaining carefully measured. he wasnât trying to scare them off, nor wash his hands of the promise, but perhaps he just needed a little more time to properly manage his thoughts.
"tell me which club in london you want to play, and iâll get it for you by next week. "
