III. But I don't like scenes, except on the stage.

[epigrammatical]

[In which Lord Henry treats the text feature as if it were a telegram service.]

[Text, private to Dorian Gray]
[This message is sent after two days' discreet waiting after Toby's arrival. Henry is not blind and definitely noticed Dorian's reaction, but (wisely, probably) did not interfere, and has allowed time to pass before approaching Dorian—and has also been studiously avoiding Toby. He has no idea whether his friend will answer, but even if he doesn't, that will tell him much of what he needs to know.]

Are you well? I do not wish to intrude, of course, but I could not help but notice a certain amount of recent excitement.

[Text, private to Alcuin nó Delaunay]
I hope this finds you well—would you be available to dine or for a drink sometime soon? I should like to hear of your progress with our yellow book.

[Open action nice choice and not so nice, post-trainwreck choice]

[ETA: Disturbing conversations about murder and possible eventual bad behaviour within.]

Comments

[monstrous]

[Toby pulls back in his seat, sitting up and smiling politely] Yeah I have. [Toby stands up, walking so he's standing over Henry,smiling down at him] Cheers again, Lord Wotton, sir. Sorry if I said the wrong thing. [Toby extends a hand for Henry to shake] It was a pleasure meeting you.

[epigrammatical]

[Henry stares at the hand for an eyeblink, in that instant regretting his own rudeness somewhat, but not enough to encourage the young man to remain.]

It is quite all right. [And he offers his hand in return.] Good night, Mr Kirk.

[monstrous]

Night. I'll see you around. [With a final smile, Toby releases the hand. He stops to ask someone near the door for directions, before making his exit]

[epigrammatical]

[And Henry finishes his drink alone before hurrying home, feeling—for no real reason that he can articulate—that he's stayed out too late and had better get to safety sooner rather than later.]