"What do you like most about writing?" She asks him while they watch Casablanca.
"I'm sorry, what?" It rarely happens that they're taken aback by each other's inquiries. They are used to completely unrelated topics springing out of their conversations.
"Writing. What do you like about it?" She does not sound annoyed, like she usually would. She just sounds curious.
"Two things, actually, and they contradict each other." He keeps up. "One is that sometimes, when I write, I just get into a sort of trance and the story takes me wherever it's going. When that happens, I'm surprised by the outcome. The other one is that most of the time, I'm in control. I know what will happen, mainly because I know how I want things to happen." He takes a deep breath. "I would think it's the equivalent of making your own fairy tales, Waldorf."
"But we only do that if we have to." She says softly as she recalls what Chuck told her when they said goodbye.
"That's the point, Waldorf. I have to." He says, resigned. Somehow she thinks it shouldn't be the case.
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"I have no more friends." He says when she sneaked out of a dinner party.
"I'm not surprised, Humphrey." She tells him jokingly before letting out a deep sigh.
"You good there?" He asks.
"I think I want to go home. And you do have friends. You have Serena, Nate, Eric." She feels stupid telling him this. Surely he knows about that and he's just on some kind of drug that's pushing him into a self-pity state.
"Then go home. I'm sure Louis has resources that will have you here and back in no time. And I take it you don't read Gossip Girl?" Her enumeration of people he used to have as friends gave away the fact that she doesn't know that nobody is talking to him.
"Princess Sophia doesn't approve of it. She made sure that it's blocked in all devices." Saying it aloud made it sound that she's in some kind of prison.
"Then I'll have you know that I am back to outsider status." He chuckles.
"Inside?" She understands almost instantly.
"Right on."
"I'm still here." She answers him. She doesn't know what has gotten into her.
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"Waldorf?" He opens his bedroom door and finds Blair standing outside.
"Humphrey. You left the door unlocked." She looks around. His room is a mess, just like the rest of the loft.
"What are you doing here?" He asks her as she starts cleaning the place.
"I came home." She looks at him and smiles. "Take a shower. We're going out."
A/N: Soooooooo. I decided to continue writing for Dair. To be honest, my head's all over the place and I have a dozen ideas as to where I want this story to go. I just don't know how to organize my thoughts...yet. I will continue to update, though :)
Review if you may. :)