"I'd like them to avoid me all together," Ivan mutters, staring at his wine glass. He knows his relationship with Byerly is not conductive to that exact thing -- hell, Ivan's not sure why he wandered back into this again and again except for the fact that the sex is surprisingly good and life is vastly unfair, making By as a damned good kisser as he is. Which proves his uncle's point, Ivan supposes, except for where it's vastly unfair to whatever this is.
Byerly Vorrutyer is a goddamn headache from a family of people generously regarded as mentally unstable, which Ivan feels is some sort of common ground shared between them. Although unlike By, Ivan likes to think he's kept himself separate from the whole Vorkosigan-Vorbarra political madness. But Ivan likes him well enough, will admit to it in the spare moments between headaches, and he has plenty of practice with Miles Vorkosigan that makes everything with Byerly feel familiar.
"I--" Never dated anyone as long as I've spent sleeping with Byerly Vorrutyer, is what he wants to say. It's the fact that made him tell his mother in the first place. But instead he says "Sir?" Because that sounds like something said from personal experience. His first wife, maybe?
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Byerly Vorrutyer is a goddamn headache from a family of people generously regarded as mentally unstable, which Ivan feels is some sort of common ground shared between them. Although unlike By, Ivan likes to think he's kept himself separate from the whole Vorkosigan-Vorbarra political madness. But Ivan likes him well enough, will admit to it in the spare moments between headaches, and he has plenty of practice with Miles Vorkosigan that makes everything with Byerly feel familiar.
"I--" Never dated anyone as long as I've spent sleeping with Byerly Vorrutyer, is what he wants to say. It's the fact that made him tell his mother in the first place. But instead he says "Sir?" Because that sounds like something said from personal experience. His first wife, maybe?