You Fascinate Me

by dottsie

Snapshots from Lucy and Schroeder's lives concerning their relationship, their friendship, their enmity, and everything else that's ever gone on between them. A drabble/oneshot collection.

9. February 1964

"Who do you like more? Me or Beethoven?"

"I can't answer that question."

"And why not?"

"It's a false equivalency."

Lucy picked up the Beethoven bust that sat on top of his piano and stared at it. "So?"

"I admire Beethoven as an artist. I don't want to be his boyfriend."

"Are you sure about that?" She turned the bust and held it next to her head so they were both looking at Schroeder. "Look at those wistful, intense eyes. How can I possibly compete?"

Grabbing Beethoven and putting him back in his spot, Schroeder made pointed eye contact with Lucy. "You don't have to compete. Beethoven is Beethoven, and you are you. And I love you."

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AN: Very short drabble this time, and I tried to add more, but it didn't feel right. It felt more correct to let it stand on its own. I also think it's the first time Schroeder says this to Lucy.