( holidays are — basically a nonevent for étienne. he's always spent it at the agency, writing a lovely card and sending a small package to his maman back in france a few days in advance so it arrives on time, then returning to his work. even being back in the same country as her now, he doesn't care to explain why he's returned, despite her lack of knowledge as to étienne's true career.
even new year's eve is a little strange with his wildly messed up sleep schedule, missing the clock striking midnight here in paris and only remembering what day it was when his neighbors all started laughing and cheering at the same time. whoops. ah, well.
his solution is kind of funny, he thinks: he puts the extravagant new york city celebration on tv as six a.m. approaches, barely paying attention to the americans' banter and musical performances in favor of chatting with nicky and taking the occasional sip of wine. as the ball starts to descend, he turns his attention towards the tv, wine abandoned, even smiling a little because it's so very silly. and then, nicky calls his name, like he has a question.
étienne turns, gearing up to explain this silly custom to him, head tipped, humming: ) Mm?
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even new year's eve is a little strange with his wildly messed up sleep schedule, missing the clock striking midnight here in paris and only remembering what day it was when his neighbors all started laughing and cheering at the same time. whoops. ah, well.
his solution is kind of funny, he thinks: he puts the extravagant new york city celebration on tv as six a.m. approaches, barely paying attention to the americans' banter and musical performances in favor of chatting with nicky and taking the occasional sip of wine. as the ball starts to descend, he turns his attention towards the tv, wine abandoned, even smiling a little because it's so very silly. and then, nicky calls his name, like he has a question.
étienne turns, gearing up to explain this silly custom to him, head tipped, humming: ) Mm?