You’re right. I’m a monster.
What else would you be.
It takes a certain kind of monster to stab their girlfriend with a fork.
The least you could do is cook her first before digging in.
She wasn’t my type.
Can you please leave me to enjoy my loneliness.
[ Toris empathizes so much that it hurts; takes a moment to give the book some consideration, before shaking his head.] It isn’t important. Would you mind if I read to you?
[He raises his eyebrows, before giving the over a vague smile.]
Oh, no, not at all, go ahead.
It’s, ah, Dostoyevsky, like usual. I’m rereading The Idiot. I can find something else though, if you’d like.
Dostoyevsky is fine. Myshkin is easy to relate to in some ways, to be honest—
[ he’s scheming watch out; takes the book and eyes Alexei for a moment, before skimming the page marked. He clears his throat and sits down; Toris’ Russian was unique (too Lithuanian) and he tended to avoid using it, but books were best enjoyed in their native tongue. Sits, takes a breath, and begins reading. He stumbles for the first few paragraphs but soon his voice is smooth, and he even gets the nerve to add personality to each character’s dialogue]
“‘I’m afraid you are ill?’ he remarked, in the tone which doctors use when they address a patient. ‘I am myself a medical man’ (he did not say ‘doctor’), with which words he waved his hands towards the room and its contents as though in protest at his present condition. ‘I see that you—’
“‘I’m in consumption,’ I said laconically, rising from my seat.
"He jumped up, too.
“‘Perhaps you are exaggerating—if you were to take proper measures perhaps—”
"He was terribly confused and did not seem able to collect his scattered senses; the pocket-book was still in his left hand—
[ stops in mid- sentence to clear his throat again]
Can I get us some tea?
Yes, he is. I’ve always been fond of his character, I think I see myself in him, sort of? People used to think maybe I was an idiot because I am…like him. Well. Some people. Some people who still do. I won’t name names, but— anyways, Myshkin isn’t really an idiot, is he? I don’t think he is.
[And he listens very carefully, enjoying the personality Toris brings to the characters- he really does find it amusing. He gets so caught up in listening that it takes him a moment to snap out of his thoughts and respond.]
Yes, some tea would be nice. Thank you.
[ he can definitely say the same but he’ll keep that to himself, preferring to let Alexei do the talking. ]
Let them think that. I’ve found that it’s the people who feel most foolish that call others out on their folly. The whole ‘chip in their eye, plank in your own’ sort of thing, I think?
And no, he isn’t. He’s just too ahead of his time.
[ Toris rises and is gone for a bit, but soon he’s got warm Valerian tea with mint to soften bitterness. Sets the steaming cups down and continues to read for a while]
Sometimes I miss having a girlfriend.
I feel you.
There is just something about women that makes them so charming—
I have a hard time thinking you’ll be in this boat for long.
They’re pleasant to be in a relationship with, I completely agree in that aspect.
In that case it’s probably been longer than you think already.
Mmm, maybe. I tend to be a little oblivious to the affairs of others, sorry.
I could try matching you with my sister, but I think you’d have your hands full—