Pedeconferencing

Then our dear Cillian came to the realization that... for as much as he cared for B, he didn't really know that much about him.  So he set out to change that.  Surrounded by autumn-turned leaves and sunlight, they walked, and talked.

Cillian:  "It's gettin' chilly."

Brishen:  "Ah.  ........  Are you cold?"

Cillian:  "Me?  Nah."

Cillian:  "What?"

Brishen:  "..........."

Brishen:  ".....  You are cold."

Cillian:  "Just a tad bit nippy."

Brishen:  "..............."

Cillian:  "Are ya sure?"

Brishen:  ::nod::

Cillian:  ::smile::

Cillian:  ".......  I've... been meaning ta ask ya something'... but... things have been goin' so soundly, I don't want ta bother...."

Brishen:  "You can ask me anything."

Cillian:  ::deep breath::

Cillian:  "Just... a few months ago ya were all 'ew, stupid bloody dirty ugly Irishman, grr'."

Brishen:  "I never said ugly."

Cillian:  "Either way... why the change?  Why... do ya like me all of a sudden?"

Brishen:  "Because... you're beautiful."

Cillian:  "....  Why do people keep sayin' that?"

Brishen:  "It's true."

Cillian:  "So's that it?  Ya just like me 'cause I'm supposedly good lookin'?"

Brishen:  "Cillian....  ......................."

Cillian:  "..........  What?"

Brishen:  "........  I was going to say that I can't remember the last time I went on a stroll, but I can.  It was in July, and it was with you."

Cillian:  "W-wha...?"

Brishen:  "The point is..... as clichéd as it may sound, I feel young with you.  I get out, I walk, I go places, I....  I smile.  Because of you."

Cillian:  "Oh......"

Brishen:  "So..... that's my answer."

Cillian:  "That makes me happy."

Brishen:  "I'm glad."  ::kissu::

Brishen:  "The real question is, how could someone as young and lovely as yourself care for an old misog like me?"

Cillian:  "Well, 'cause yor smart, an' have a good heart."

Brishen:  "You think so?"

Cillian:  "I do."

Brishen:  "Hmm..."

Cillian:  "Can...  I ask some more questions?"

Brishen:  "Very well."

Cillian:  "So..  I thought ya weren't a poof?"

Brishen:  "I thought you weren't either."

Cillian:  "I thought so too..."

Brishen:  *chuckle*

Brishen:  "Perhaps I'm just Cillian-sexual."

Cillian:  "Now ya just bein' silly."

Cillian:  "What brought ya to the States?"

Brishen:  "I.... needed a fresh start."

Cillian:  "What'd ya do durin' the big war?"

Brishen:  "I'm not that old."

Cillian:  "I've... heard that ya was married once. ....  Is it true?"

Brishen:  "....................  Yes."

Cillian:  "Oh...........  Was she pretty?"

Brishen:  "Very."

Cillian:  "Oh....  Well... do ya have any kids?"

Brishen:  ::stops::  ".........................................."

Cillian:  "................ B?"

Brishen:  "............  That's..........."

To be continued.....