Bold – Nick
Italics – Alexandre

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"Hi, mon amour."

"André? What are you doing here?"

"Well... I brought us lunch since we haven't had a meal together in a week now."

"Thank fuck, I'm starving. What did you bring?"

"Steak from a restaurant by the warehouse." 

"Ooh, just let me clear out my desk."

"..."

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I just missed you."

"I... missed you too? I mean, I did see you this morning before I left for the office–"

"That's not what I meant. You've been distant lately."

"What accusations! I have not. You take that back."

"You have and you know it. You're avoiding me."

"Nuh-uh."

"Uh-huh."

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh! Are you mad at me for not wanting a baby?"

"... I want to know why."

"Why what?"

"Why you don't want one– what else?"

"I just don't want to raise a child."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah, it's... whatever. Come sit– tell me about how your designs came out."