[Those words do actually cause him to pause in his tracks. He hasn't worked with Mireille for the better part of 18 months in order to finish that damn book without picking up on a thing or two. Making a few guesses. Speculating. Now, all those silent accusations hang in the air between them, Jean Louis and he, probably unnoticed by the other man, because he's stupid and drunk and stupidly drunk. Claude makes quick progress, leaning in that last inch to slip an arm around Jean Louis' (broad, oh my God) shoulders.]
You know. Mireille and I spent a lot of time talking about you. I think I'm decently well informed.
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You know. Mireille and I spent a lot of time talking about you. I think I'm decently well informed.