Gregory POV
He's French. I'm British. We shouldn't get along, and in all honesty, many people who see us together think that we're mortal enemies. Truth be told, I don't think that there's anyone I'd rather work with than this moody Frenchman.
Cristophe DeLorne...
We'd known eatchother since childhood, both of us having to grow up in the lines of war that often our homelands had no part of. His mother was one of the few female mercenaries around, as was my mother. They got along so well in their work that the relationship passed into their personal lives. When they retired, they each had their own families, and so it was that Christophe and I grew up together.
Even after our respective families passed, we still had eachother. We ended up being good friends, having no company but our own.
So I was shocked when he came into my room today saying he was leaving.
"I'm moving to Colorado!"
I was sitting on my bed, reading. I felt the air grow thick with silence as he just stood there, a cigerette dangling from his mouth and a determined look on his face. It was I who finally broke the silence by clearing my throat.
"You're...moving to Colorado?"
"Oui."
I frowned, feeling a bit confused. I folded the corner of my page and set my book on the nightstand beside me. "Where in Colorado?"
"..." Ah...silence.
I sighed and patted the bed signaling him that he needed to sit down and explain. Normally, he'd decline, or he'd pull the chair from my desk to sit on but today he just plopped on the foot of my bed, laying back to stare at the ceiling.
Now I was beginning to worry. I moved to lay on my stomach, my face close to his so I could read his expression without simply towering over him in some hunched position. "Cristophe, why would you want to move to Colorado?" Really, he hated even visiting the states for his missions.
"...Because ve have leeved zere before?" He never sounded so unsure of himself. He wasn't even looking at me, or my cieling for that matter. It seemed like he was trapped in some place I couldn't understand.
"...Yes, but I thought you hated the states?"
"Oui, I do," he frowned.
"So why move there? You don't even know where you want to live! Not suprising, really. There's nothing there in Colorado," I muttered the last part mostly to myself.
"Zat is non true!" He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at me with a shocked expression, like he couldn't belive I'd ever say such a thing.
Strange..."Cristophe, what's in Colorado?
He was silent again, his beautiful brown eyes glazed over, his face seeming like he was in pain over something. After a few moments of seeing him spaced out like this, I tried to think back. 'Let's see...the last time we were in Colorado...oh! The war! That's right, I had forgotten that Christophe had died during that...but there's no reason to go back...If he wanted revenge, he would've had it already...'
I was very lost.
"What's in Colorado?" I asked again. He looked at me and my heart nearly melted at that epression. He looked...almost desperate.
"I don't even know eef my reason for beeing zere iz steel zere..."
I didn't bother asking what he meant. I only sighed. "Christophe..." I laid a hand on his. "Is it an important reason?"
"Ze most important." He nodded, looking down a bit.
I had no idea what that meant, but I gave a soft smile. "Okay...I'll see if they're are any houses for sell where we used to live."
He looked back up at me, his eyes bright and hopeful. "You remembar ze place?"
"No, but I keep record of every mission, so I can find out."
I had never seen him smile like that...
okay, short i know, but bare with me...
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