Tristan A. Whitehall

Aramis LeBlanc (aka) ∞ 32 ∞ Actor (Broadway) ∞ Manhattan, NY (Hometown)

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emiliobonaparte‌:

emiliobonaparte‌:

When Tristan reached out his hand, Emilio grasped it and helped the man up to his feet. “Just Tristan? Well, it’s nice to meet you, Just Tristan,” he teased and waved off the apology. “It’s not every day that I have someone falling into me, especially someone as cute as you,” he scrunched up his nose and gestured for Tristan to join him on the boat. “You say that you sing– what music do you like??” he asked when leaning to pick up his guitar and taking a seat. 

Tristan groaned s Emilio called him ‘Just Tristan’, but there was a smile to his lips. He could take good natured teasing.”I, oh, uh... I’m not... cute? Thank you?” He was flustered and didn’t know what to say. The idea of someone finding him cute when he wasn’t acting and someone else was alien to him. He just didn’t know how to take it, let alone accept it.

Waling over, he took a seat nearby, perched on the edge of the chair. “Well, showtunes, pop, kinda blusey pop? Is that a thing? Like, those ‘easy listening’ stations, I listen to them a lot. I love Bishop Briggs and Cher, and Madonna, Adele, Christina Aguilera... Oh, Joss Stone, she’s also got an amazing voice. Oh, and ZZ Ward.”

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domcaderiviera‌:

He was nervous. Tristan was effectively a mess. He was talking a bit over himself and visibly nervous the way he fiddled with his glass and shifted his gaze as he spoke to Cade. The owner of the island just looked at him, letting the other explain how he had been a character, never really himself. Which means the entire relationship that Cade knew of, the way he knew him, it was all an act. That definitely explained the nerves of the situation. He licked his lips and nodded a little bit, “Well then, Tristan, it is nice to finally meet you. And fuck Shawn. Fuck anyone who cheats frankly. They can fuck right off.” 

Cade said with a shrug, he rarely had strong feelings about other people’s relationships really, but he knew in his heart that cheating was a huge no, just move on, be open or polyamorous. Nobody deserved to be cheated on, it just made for a situation that hurt everyone. He hated that shit a lot.  He thought it all over for a minute, taking a sip of his orange juice, “Well, I personally think this calls for breakfast and something a bit harder, so I am ordering a mimosas.”

He gave Tristan a warm smile and reached out, squeezing the other’s hand. His eyes locking with Tristan’s own, “You’re safe here. Promise. I’ll introduce you to security if you want and I won’t let anyone bother you, he is banned from the island and I’ll keep it that way.” He said softly, before waving down the waiter, “Two mimosas and I’ll get the short stack and some poached eggs with some hot sauce. Also whatever he wants, put it all on my tab.” 

When Cade started to speak after his rambling explanation Tristan looked up. Searching Cade’s face. the need to be sure it was real clear to see on his face. Looking for any tell that Cade was angry or upset or... bored.  It had to be there. There was no way that someone would really be alright with this... right? But there was none of those emotions he was looking for in Cade’s expression.

“I... thank you,” he looked down with a slight smile and blinked away tears that suddenly appeared in relief. Someone actually happy to meet the real him after experiencing Aramis first hand.

When Cade touched him Tristan looked up and returned the smile, his hand returning the squeeze. “It’s ok, I trust your security. This place wouldn’t have been the top of the list if it didn’t have security I could trust.” When Cade ordered him a mimosa Tristan just told himself one wouldn’t hurt or do anything. It was more than one that was the concern. So he placed his own order for an egg white omelet with swiss, spinach and mushrooms - extra swiss - and sat back with his hands fidgeting now in his lap.

“So... how’ve you been?”

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xander-davis‌:

Xander shrugged. “I dunno. I think of it like… Paying a friend to make you something. They might also be doing it cause they think you’re super cool and handsome and very talented.” he winked at Tristian. “But they still need to charge you cause if I let all my friends fuck me for free… Well I wouldn’t actually be making enough to live off of this job.”

He kissed the other’s cheek softly and smiled. “But friends sounds good too. And don’t worry. I’ve been told I’m very grounding so… I’ll do my best to keep you from freaking out over everything. Sound fair?” He chuckled and finally pulled away from the other.

With lips slightly parted with a ‘huh’ Tristan nodded as he let those words sink in. Nodding a bit. He looked over at Xander and nodded with more surety. “Alright, right, I get that.” He still wasn’t sure if he could do that, but he could understand that stance.

Tristan then flushed slightly at the cheek kiss. It was with such easy intimacy that Xander acted. Something he was slightly envious of. “Sounds fair, but you don’t need to. I don’t ever want being around me like a chore or taxing. Not for anyone.” He made sure to meet and hold Xander’s eyes then instead of his gaze wandering about on occasion. “Yeah?”

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dcxtcrvrchibvld‌:

“I didn’t meet him in a club, I met him at the grocery store of all places.” Dexter replied and laughed some. “I know the club isn’t the place to go in hopes to find prince charming, hell, it’s barely the place to go if you’re looking for a quickie unless you’re shitfaced and can handle some butter faces and the smell of heavy liquor and B.O.” Dexter pointed out and shrugged his shoulders some. He was just in a sour mood, and it wasn’t worth it. But here he was, sulking about some guy that he probably wouldn’t see again. “I mean sure, but the thing was we had something and planned so much shit, so for him to just vanish? It’s a shitty thing to do. So fuck him.” he said and shrugged his shoulders before finishing up the rest of his drink. “I’m usually not this whiny, I’m just irritated I guess. It’s been a day.”

“Oh, well then...” How did one follow up after that? So he just awkwardly left it vague. “Well, I’m not sure I really agree with you there. Looks are not everything, and in a club you dance and sweat. Everyone does.” He shrugged. Not sure what to really do with that disparaging comment about people’s looks.

“Well, I’m sorry he did this and that you’re having a bad time because of it. I know what it’s like to have plans ruined by the actions of others.” He frowned, thinking of his own ex. He’d been making lifelong plans there. Thankfully nothing was beyond the dream phase. “At least you know the kind of person he is now?”

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xander-davis‌:

Xander smiled at the other and could tell that Tristan was stressing out at least a little bit. He moved closer and and gently laid his hand on Tristan’s chest. “Take a breath there, handsome.” He was suddenly much more confident and comfortable, feeling like he was much more adept at handling this kind of situation. “You don’t have to pay to be my friend. Don’t worry about that. The only thing you have to pay for is if you wanna fuck me. Which by the way I’d totally be into.” He winked at the other playfully.

Taking a step back, he shrugged. “My limits are pretty simple. The only thing that requires any payment is sex. But if you want to like hang out or cuddle or even just make out, that’s all shit I do with my friends so there’s no reason to try and make anyone pay.” He smiled brightly at the other. “Don’t stress so much about saying the wrong thing. I promise I’m a pretty chill guy.”

Tristan stopped talking and blinked. Then listened. The hand on his chest kind of acting as something to bring him back up from within himself. Stilling his thoughts as he focused on the external. Taking that breath helped. He blushed, yes, but he was... calmer. He patted Xander’s hand in thanks.

“I... I don’t know if I could ever pay someone for that,” he admitted with a little smile. “You could say you wanted it all you wanted, but... I’d never be able to forget it happened because I paid someone. So friends,” he said. 

“If... you can put up with me, you’ll realize me not stressing over something is usually a bad sign,” he said as his hands slid into his pockets. 

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dcxtcrvrchibvld‌:

Dexter had to chuckle, because the guy had a point - he just supposed that they’d be a little different here but he was way wrong. “I guess you’re right.” he said and shrugged a shoulder, taking a drag from his cigarette and ashed it in the empty beer bottle in front of him. “It’s just bullshit when you meet someone and you feel like you got a real connection with them, then the next thing you know you’re being ghosted like hell and it’s like they just vanished. I know I’m being a bit dramatic about it, but honestly, it’s just bullshit.” he ranted on and ordered himself another beer. “Though I guess i shouldn’t be surprised, huh? All these men and i expect someone to just pay attention to me, pretty dumb of me isn’t it?”

Tristan started to trace little designs in the sweat on the side of his glass as the other man went on. Ranting about the asshole who ghosted him. 

“Well... I meant more here, the club. Clubs and bars are just bad places to meet a life partner. Most people in these places are looking for some =thing warm with a hole they can stick it in.” He then started to tp the side of the glass.

“It’s shitty this guy did that to you, whoever he is. The thing about a place like this, is that, well... for a lot of people who come here, it’s temporary. Eventually unless you’ve decided to live here or work here, everyone has to go home. Right?” He looked over at the other guy and offered a little smile. “He still should have told you something.”

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dcxtcrvrchibvld‌:

dexter had been doing a lot of thinking over the last few weeks; his mind was in a jamble as he was trying to figure out just what the hell he was doing here. sure, he came here to escape and so far it was working, but what he wasn’t understanding was how the hell he managed to find the perfect guy only for him to just disappear on him. was it something he’d done? or hadn’t done? dexter had no clue, but he knew that it was a bit upsetting that he thought he’d found someone that could understand him, get where he was coming from - because sebastian had been in the same position as him when it came to family. today, his father had called and immediately wanted to talk about school, school, and more school. no how he was doing, just a lecture on his grades and attendance - but little did he know that dexter wasn’t even there anymore. he’d gone down to the blue temptation and decided to have a couple of drinks when he decided to talk to the person next to him. “you ever notice that no matter where you go - even in like, gay paradise - that men really ain’t shit?”  

There had been a part of Tristan that had thought going to the club would be a good thing. A good experience. Typically he’d slip easily into his put upon persona and just schmooze with ease. It would be a good test of his ability to resist the crutch of the character he had created for himself.

So here he was, sitting with some kind of mixed cocktail in front of him. Staring at it as the music played. Thinking this was a bad idea. Then the man next to him spoke.

“Honey, the men you find in places like this are the worst,” he said before he could stop himself. That corner of his mouth lifting up in a slight smirk as he glanced to the other man. He was young and attractive. Tristan then winced kind of. “Sorry.”

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domcaderiviera‌:

Cade nodded at the explanation of the name. He raised a brow as the other stumbled through his words, by no means was this the suave confident actor he had met years ago. No, this guy was cute and flustered. Cade wasn’t sure why, he said he might owe him an explanation, but Cade brushed it off, “Date or not, I am paying. That wasn’t a debate. I don’t let friends pay for food when I am this flush, I struggled for years and I am not doing the whole, pride I can pay for myself thing, I offered, it’s not charity or helping out, I like paying for others.”

He leaned onto the table, taking his orange juice, drinking it slowly. He didn’t bother with the menu, he’d been here a hundred times easy and didn’t need to look at it to no what he’d order, he smiled, “If you’re trying to tell me that you don’t party or whatever anymore, I mean, I get it. No judgments. As far as being exciting, fuck exciting, just be you.” He shrugged, leaning back against the chair and off the table now. He cocked his head slightly, trying to read the other man. The ex had obviously done a number on him. 

He knew that Tristan had asked them to ban the ex from the island when he moved here, so it was obviously a story of sorts, but Cade couldn’t help but think that he hadn’t told him nearly everything about it. He licked his lips for a moment, sucking in a breath, he continued on, “I mean, your ex is on the banned list, he can’t move or even come here, your request was honored, but I have to ask, what happened? Last I saw you two, you seemed…good?”

Tristan kind of deflated at those words and ducked his head, giving a wane smile. Feeling kind of sheepish after Cade kind of went off on this explanation. A little bad as well. “Sorry, didn’t mean to.. offend and all. Just... yeah...” he chuckled a bit.

Tris continued t fiddle with his glass, looking down at it as he struggled. It would be so easy... and so much better if he just... It was right there. A switch he could just flip. 

“I...” he started before stopping a moment, then pushing on. “I’m really not him. Not Aramis. I’ve never been good, with people. Mom thought it was because I was in school with older kids, but it’s not. I just... didn’t connect well. I liked my books. I liked those worlds. Not... this one. And plays... God, plays and musicals were those worlds put onto a stage and suddenly I really could be in them. And to do that I had to, like, talk to people and make them like me. So... I made my own character. I made Aramis.”

He tapped on the side of the glass with a finger. “Sorry, it’s... longer of an answer than you were hoping for. But... Aramis was just for the bows and the parties with investors and just that. I was still just Tristan. But... Shawn... I thought he... that I... I thought it was love. But he wanted Aramis, my fame and my money. I was too stupid to realize different. And Aramis became my crutch. I, Tristan, wasn’t enough for Shawn. Like everyone else, Shawn didn’t know how to deal with me. Aramis was just easier.”

There was a pregnant pause there. “And... he cheated on me. In our bed. With my understudy. Didn’t take the beak-up well this time.”

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xander-davis‌:

Xander smiled at the other and gave a soft laugh as he was called cute and adorable. As the other continued to unravel right in front of him. Reaching out, Xander gently placed an arm on his shoulder. “Well flirting or not, you can totally hire me whenever you want.” He winked at the other playfully and gently nudged him with a soft smile.

“But no pressure ever.” He laughed easily and smiled at the other. “How about we stop talking about flirting and instead just talk about the island? Maybe I can help you find something that you enjoy to spend your time doing?” He laughed easily and winked nudged the other.

Tristan gave a little tilt to his head at Xander’s words. Did he mean renting as in just sex? Or just anything period? What was ok and what wasn’t? What if he just wanted to be friends with Xander? Or what if he wanted to take Xander out on a date? The other man was cute, after all. Not right now, obviously. He’d have to get to know Xander first. But was the getting to know at a cost? If it was, would that be the real Xander or just  a face he put on for money?

“I, uh, yeah... but like... not at a cost or anything? Not that I’m cheap or anything, because like I totally could. But more like... would like to be friends maybe? And it would be lonely if you had to, like, make potential friends pay to spend time with you? Not that I’d see Cade specifying that, or you being the type to specify that? Just... you know.. boundaries, limits... not wanting to overstep and shove my foot more into my mouth than it already is...”

He closed his eyes and just sighed. “Yes. That is a long way of not saying yes but totally meaning yes.”

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theodoretremblay‌:

He rolled his eyes, of course he agreed, he still looked like he was a teenage, which was why he was able to be in three teen shows since he turned eighteen, it was a bit insane and made Theo wonder if he would ever look like a man. Stretching out of the couch when Tristan was gone, he felt those butterflies again, the ones he hadn’t felt since the last time he saw Tristan, he still liked him, like liked him.  When Tristan came into view with his new outfit, Theo smiled softly, sitting up some and laughing at the ‘graceful’ slide into the room,” Fuck, I missed you,” He admitted, laughing some more. “ A beer, please” Theo asked, just to say it so Tristan knew he was an adult now and not a teenage working with him, “ But I want to hear about what happened…if you don’t mind Tris.”

Tristan opened his mouth about to chastise Theo about drinking under 21 until he realize something important. To be here, he’d have to be of age. With a finger having been brought up as well he just paused and then closed his eyes. “Fuck. You are old enough to drink.” He then shook his head and chuckled as he turned to go to the kitchen, oblivious of the little revelation going on with Theo.

“I feel so old now!” he explained as he went to the fridge and paused and leaned back and look over to the other man. “Blue Moon or Yuenling?”

Once he was back with Theo had selected beer and his own Blue Moon in his hand, the tops off, he sat down heavily on a chair across from Theo with a sigh.

“A lot has happened since we last talked. You’ll have to be more specific.” He pointed out trying to sound casually, but his eyes wouldn’t meet Theo’s.

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emiliobonaparte‌:

“You sing?” Emilio quirked a brow as he questioned the stranger. He didn’t bother playing for others, the man sang for himself. There was no reason to show off his talent and it was one that he didn’t care that much to reveal ot others. It was art that the man was more indebted with.

He didn’t have time to introduced himself as the younger man ended up falling into him, gripping the others’ with his strong hands to keep Tristan from falling over. “Well, this is quite the introduction,” he teased and helped the other back upon his feet.

Emilio pressed his lips together in attempts to try and not burst into laughter as Tristan easily turned the attention to BP. “It’s nice to me you, tumbling Tristan,” he teased and kneeled down only to offer out his hand once more. “I’m Emilio.”

Tristan couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with him. He could still feel how solid Emilio was. That little bit of excitement that burst through him. This guy was a stranger!

He blushed more as Emilio teased him and felt like he was just goign to burn up and leave a pile of ash to blow away in the wind here on desk. Tristan missed the hand at first because he groaned and covered his face at the nickname before peering out from between his fingers.

“Hi, Emilio,” he said before removing one hand to shake quickly before covering his face again to scrub over it. “Just... just Tristan. I’m really sorry. I promise I wont make a habit of falling into you.”

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xander-davis‌:

Xander just nodded, not quite understanding what the other was saying until he explained. “Oh… I had no idea you came from like a business family. That’s cool.” He guessed he proved the point about Broadway fans not caring. Of course Xander had never been one of those fans who found out every little thing about the people they liked, often not having enough time to look into things that much.

“Oh wow… that sounds hard.” He paused and tilted his head. “I mean I know it is. I kinda do the same thing for my job. Just the whole always putting on a different face, you know?” He smiled softly at the other. and shrugged. “Oh man. I totally ramble too! But only when I’m nervous. I’m pretty decent at talking once I’m like into my grove or really any time that I’m not feeling super awkward.” He smiled softly at the other. “I don’t mind the rambling. I think it’s pretty fun. Plus whoever you were talking to probably learned a lot of cool information. That’s something, right?”

Tristan smiled there as Xander did indeed prove the point Broadway types, the hardcore ones, typically didn’t care. The sharks... they were a different story, but he tried to stay away from them. Well... except Shawn...

For a moment when Xander meant putting on different faces for his job, Tristan was confused. But it quickly clicked. Thankfully he hadn’t said anything, though. So no mortification there from being clueless. It didn’t change much of anything, though, for Tristan and his thoughts on Xander. He’d come here knowing that Cade and Casey had sex workers who were well taken care of and organized. 

“Well, Xander, you’re totally cute and adorable.” He then blushed hard. “I mean not... well you are,” he started to hold up his hand and then did a sweeping gesture to indicateXander’s whoel being, “but like, I’m not hititng on you. Not that it would be a bad thing, because you are, you know, cute, but like... Fuck, ummm, I just meant your attitude and personality and that you think my rambles would be informative and not strange and boring as hell...” Tristan looked almost in physical pain at that point. His handsjust uselessly there and his gestures even failing him.

“God, just shoot me already and put me out of my misery....”

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domcaderiviera‌:

Cade was close to on time, maybe five minutes late at most, the first thing he was surprised by, dressed in his jeans and a blue t-shirt, he was fairly casual if one didn’t clock his gucci sneakers, but Aramis was already here and making a fool of himself. Both of those aspects were a bit of a shock. Cade hadn’t seen him in years, sure, but that didn’t negate the fact that he had always been so smooth, almost like he was constantly on, maybe Cade hadn’t known the real him? Ironically, Aramis had met the real Cade, not the facade he’d put on for the last few years. He’d known him back when he was still himself with Michael, this was a different person than he’d been since he had started this island.

Moving over he smiled, “Well OJ is fine to start, it is breakfast afterall.” He said with a glance over the other, he hadn’t seen him in forever but now that he was standing, he wrapped the other in his arms. Not really asking, just giving him a tight hug and a smile in greeting, “It’s good to see you. So, we have lots to discuss.” He said, nodding to him as he moved around the table to take the seat opposite the one he had gotten out of, “It’s Tristan, not Aramis right?” He said knowing the answer was yes, he reached out to grab the pitcher and poured himself some orange juice. 

“Go ahead and order whatever you like, by the way, it’s on me. Obviously.” He said with a small nod, taking hold of his glass, he sipped it for a moment before smiling back over at the other man, “So you live here now, which is exciting for me. I haven’t seen you in years, so I will try my best to contain my excitement that someone I knew back in the day is here.” 

Tristan gave a little ‘oh’ under his breath. A kind of an ‘oh, alright, so we’re doing this thing’. He awkwardly hugged Cade back, light taps to Cade’s back before stepping apart and hovering there, waiting for the other man to sit before taking a seat. His anxiety was spiked up.

What did Cade think? Was he surprised? Of course he is surprised. Is this a bad thing? Will he not like the not suave me?

“Yeah... I guess we do,” he said, rubbing at the back of his head a moment before reaching for his OJ to sip on. And immediately after which he said, “Oh, yes. Um... it is. I mean, Aramis is my name too. Well, my middle name. I just... use it as part of my stage name.”

He worried his bottom lip a little and smiled a bit, shaking his head and chuckling. “No need to. I can pay for myself.” In fact, Tristan was honestly used to being the one to foot the bill for others. “Not like this is a date.” After all, Cade was like... this magnetic person and sexy as hell. Back when they’d met and even now Or perhaps more so now? Memory was weird sometimes.

“Yeah, I do. And... well, I’m not all that exciting? Well, not anymore anyways. Well, I could still be, bt it’s... weird?” He scrunched up his brows and nose. “Obviously I’m different... and I... may owe you an explanation?” He started to fidget with the cloth napkin as he tugged it down into his lap and out of sight.

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I'm an open book.

And I will definitely talk too much.

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emiliobonaparte‌:

He waved off the man’s apology and set the guitar down only to stand up and walk over to greet the stranger. “Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind. Do you play?” He asked curiously before offering ah and to help the other aboard his boat. “I’m Emilio and this is BP, and before you can ask– no, he’s not named after the gas station.” 

“Play?” Tristan blinked in surprise, and looked at the guitar. His eyes then widened and he held his hands up in placation. “Oh no. Sing, yes. Instruments? No.” When the hand up was offered Tristan was surprised. That this man would offer a stranger to come onto his boat so easily. He paused for a moment, indecisive. Then reached out hesitantly to take the hand and climb into the boat.

“I’m Tristan,” he began as he climbed up. But any long and awkward tirade about the cat, his name, and whatever else he could think of was silenced as he gave a ‘woah’ and ended up falling into the nice and super handsome Emilio. Sea legs Tristan did not have. Nor a lot of grace off of the stage as he stumbled.

Up close he stalled a moment from pulling away because... Emilio was very handsome in a rugged and exotic way. But then he was blushing and pulling back, sputtering out an apology.

“Fuck, sorry. I mean, I’m more graceful.. on... land... sometimes?” He winced. “Uh, yeah, sorry.” Oh yeah, he could feel the heat on his cheeks. So he latched onto a great neutral topic. “Oh, hi, BP!” He said as he squatted down closer to the kitty and held out a hand for inspection.

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theodoretremblay‌:

“ I wasn’t that little on Broadway,” Theo tried to retort, laughing, “ I pretty much look the same as I did then, that’s mostly why I can still play a teen on television!” Hearing about the clothes, Theo just shook his head,” You look find, really Tristan, I’ve seen you in worse backstage,” He teased.  Then came to the reason that Tristan was here, and he remembered back to what he told Zach, three reasons, escape, pleasure or discovery, Theo could guess that it was escape for Tristan. “ Get away,” He asked, he knew Tristan, they were friends at one point, if he could talk to anyone, it was Theo, right? “Yeah, go ahead, I’ll grab a seat,” He smiled at the other before making his way to the couch.

“Well, no. Not on Broadway specifically, but you were little when I met you,” Tristan pointed out in a teasing fashion. Having been a kid theater actor himself, he felt it his right to tease some. He then shook his head.

“And you being forever youthful in looks does not help your case, by the way! It just makes me feel even older.” Laughing he went to leave. “Give me a minute before I launch into some explanation or whatever.” Because then he’d never stop talking. 

But he he just slipped into Aramis, that would make it easier...

No. He wouldn’t adopt the troublesome persona.

He was gone only a few moments, having jogged to his room once out of sight to throw something on.Ended up being shorts and a Hawaiian shirt pulled on over his tank and left open. He was then back and sliding into the room with his slippered feet. Not the most graceful move, but he didn’t end up on his ass.

“Oh, yes. Do you want something to drink? Any food? I can get you something.” Really, he’d be a horrible host if he didn’t. It also helped in avoiding answering why he had to get away. Theo was now a bigger deal than just another Broadway Actor. He didn’t want Theo to know how horrible everything was. Didn’t want his issues to get out either. Not that he distrusted Theo, but... gossip happened.

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xander-davis‌:

Xander smiled at the other and nodded his head. “I’m glad we can agree. Means that we don’t have be embarrassed.”

Xander nodded his head and smiled. “I just mean like… I dunno how well known your real name is but I just meant that you totally have as much privacy as you want. I dunno. I’m not always the best at expressing myself through words.

“Re-learning? Well then it’s a good thing you found me. I’m like one of the bests when it comes to talk to people and being like super normal.” He gave a soft laugh and smiled brightly at the other man.

“Well, I mean, it’s not talked about much,” he said with a shrug, looking askance as he thought on it. “Unless they’re talking about the family business. Then they business mags and newspaper will speculate if I’m taking over the company after my mom, but they just mention I act on Broadway. They rarely mention my stage name there. And Broadway people honestly don’t give a shit I come from a big marketing firm.” He gave a shrug of his shoulders again. It was no big deal for him, it was just life.

“So... don’t worry about it too much.” He chuckled and gave Xander a smile. “It’s not like I’m some huge ass celebrity. I have a niche following.” He then gave Xander a wink.

“Well, then, I’m lucky? Though really, don’t worry about it. I’ll muddle away on my own. It’s really all my fault. I kind of made this ‘character’ when I was a kid learning to act so I could, like, talk to people? Because I was smart or something and in a higher grade than others my age. It was strange and not fun. And... It kinda got away with me... so I’m just... learning to talk to people as me now?” He squinted his eyes in an unsure way, and then winced. “It’s hard, because I ramble. And when I ramble I jump over all kinds of topics all at once that kind of follow my own brand of logic. People find it hard to, like, follow along. Like.. I once started talking about Marvel Comics, which went to Marvel Movies, and by the end of talking before the other person could respond, I’d somehow ended up talking about European mythology and oral traditions and how much information had been lost...” 

Tristan then stopped and gave a slow blink before closing his eyes in a long suffering manner. “See...”