A familiar wrinkle carves into Ellis' brow. Sympathy for Val de Foncé is such an absurd concept. Val de Foncé, who tripped into a good thing, what use would he have for Ellis' sympathies? Perhaps he will content himself with a very different sort of emotion, the kind that burns quietly and tends towards a green tinge, wholly separate from sympathy.
His thumb draws carefully along Wysteria's knuckles, frown directed downwards at their hands, at the shape they make. Wysteria sounds unconcerned, light over the possibility of her plan having gone awry, but it doesn't entirely dispel Ellis' worries.
There's no way for him to help her in this. He considers that too, for a moment, before shaking his head.
"I'm not worried for Val de Foncé," he tells her, with at least a slight upturn of his mouth, near enough to a smile. "I only care that you are happy, married or no. That's what I concern myself with."
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His thumb draws carefully along Wysteria's knuckles, frown directed downwards at their hands, at the shape they make. Wysteria sounds unconcerned, light over the possibility of her plan having gone awry, but it doesn't entirely dispel Ellis' worries.
There's no way for him to help her in this. He considers that too, for a moment, before shaking his head.
"I'm not worried for Val de Foncé," he tells her, with at least a slight upturn of his mouth, near enough to a smile. "I only care that you are happy, married or no. That's what I concern myself with."