Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Aug 16, 2010 21:18:23 GMT -5
Ludwig nodded vaguely, his hand warm every place the artist's touched it. He tried for a small smile, not near equal to the wealth of good feeling Feliciano supplied with every one of his, but genuine none the less.
"It was good to meet you, Feliciano" The Italian was preoccupied, which Ludwig supposed was just as well. He made his way to the door, propriety satisfied, and let himself out. A bemused sigh escaped as soon as the door was closed and he took a moment to lean against the doorjamb and compose himself. That was... unusual. He would have to be careful when he returned in two days. This Feliciano was clearly...
clearly...
Well, he'd have to do some reading before their lunch meeting, certainly.
"It was good to meet you, Feliciano" The Italian was preoccupied, which Ludwig supposed was just as well. He made his way to the door, propriety satisfied, and let himself out. A bemused sigh escaped as soon as the door was closed and he took a moment to lean against the doorjamb and compose himself. That was... unusual. He would have to be careful when he returned in two days. This Feliciano was clearly...
clearly...
Well, he'd have to do some reading before their lunch meeting, certainly.