[The poor bee is likely to be given a letter pretty quickly back. Likely elicit another sigh.]
Considering the fact you apologized, i'm pretty much considering it done, over. Finished, kaput, ended. I'll deal with my own anger about it in my own way. you already heard my piece about that.
You're still my friend, Bertie. You're gonna have to fucking deal with it. Wanna know how?
By setting boundaries. tell me three things you want me to cut back on when i'm round you. Three things that make you the most uncomfortable.
[It takes longer for Bertie's letter of reply, but it does come that same day. He has no desire to induce the other man to come over to chat it out man-to-man. The bee is beginning to look just a little put-upon, but it's a dutiful thing.]
Mr. Edward Nein-Riggs 3337 Cream Puff Way
Eddie, I honestly don't know where to start. I've never had that sort of madness overtake me barring when we first met, and that certainly wasn't as bad as what happened. I don't know what set it off. I just sort of panicked. Your build is just a bit like one of the underlings we used to fight. That's nothing you've got control over, of course! It's why it's not exactly something I can ask you to quit.
And you've already said you're going to talk about your relations with Sasha how you'd like. You ought to be able to. I just wish you wouldn't be so explicit.
[Eddie probably offers the Bee some refreshments as he writes up this letter. It not taking very long at least.]
See, that second thing. That is something I can cut back on at least.
i ain't gonna stop talkin' bout how I love Sasha, but if you're uncomfortable with how I talk about fucking him, I can pull that back. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can do something about toning it down. that's a boundary we can set.
[It's some three days before a bee comes buzzing up to Eddie with a new missive. It's looking a bit happier, whether that's due to the content of the letter or its general joie de vivre is anyone's guess.]
Mr. Edward Nein-Riggs 3337 Cream Puff Way
I've been talking with Sasha about matters. He asked me to come do so after we had our row. It's cleared a few things up, I think. Eddie, please take this apology as it's meant: I'm sorry. I think I've sorted out what the deuce it is that's putting me off, but Sasha set me to rights on the matter! Entirely so, and I'm sorry for ever thinking you might be that sort of man.
You've always struck me as a rather bold fellow. High-spirited, some might say. Like a dragonwildebeest warhorse, charging to and fro where you will in the thick of things. The best part of a warhorse, I suppose, beyond being a frightfully handsome animal is that it can trample its foes when the moment's called for. Brave and cheering in a bind when its rider's feeling his lowest, what?
Sometimes, though, they can be a bit vicious without meaning to, stamping on toes, running wild without listening one jot to the chappie whose hanging onto the reins, or galloping right over the chaps looking out for them. I thought you might be that sort of fellow. It's just that when you talk about Sasha - about private matters - it sounds awfully like you're just having your way with him and he's just got to carry on with what pleases you.
I know you aren't now! Really, I understand better, and I should have just asked. It's not polite to go inquiring into the personal affairs of another gentleman, though. I'm sorry, I truly am. There have just been more times than I care to count when I've had a girl madly in love with me not listening to a dashed word I say apart from the ones she wants to hear.
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I'm sorry what was that, Eddie is just bulldozing over Bertie now...
Considering the fact you apologized, i'm pretty much considering it done, over. Finished, kaput, ended. I'll deal with my own anger about it in my own way. you already heard my piece about that.
You're still my friend, Bertie. You're gonna have to fucking deal with it. Wanna know how?
By setting boundaries. tell me three things you want me to cut back on when i'm round you. Three things that make you the most uncomfortable.
– Eddie Nein-Riggs
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Mr. Edward Nein-Riggs
3337 Cream Puff Way
Eddie, I honestly don't know where to start. I've never had that sort of madness overtake me barring when we first met, and that certainly wasn't as bad as what happened. I don't know what set it off. I just sort of panicked. Your build is just a bit like one of the underlings we used to fight. That's nothing you've got control over, of course! It's why it's not exactly something I can ask you to quit.
And you've already said you're going to talk about your relations with Sasha how you'd like. You ought to be able to. I just wish you wouldn't be so explicit.
Sincerely,
B. W. Wooster
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See, that second thing. That is something I can cut back on at least.
i ain't gonna stop talkin' bout how I love Sasha, but if you're uncomfortable with how I talk about fucking him, I can pull that back. If it makes you uncomfortable, I can do something about toning it down. that's a boundary we can set.
-Eddie Nein-Riggs
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Mr. Edward Nein-Riggs
3337 Cream Puff Way
I've been talking with Sasha about matters. He asked me to come do so after we had our row. It's cleared a few things up, I think. Eddie, please take this apology as it's meant: I'm sorry. I think I've sorted out what the deuce it is that's putting me off, but Sasha set me to rights on the matter! Entirely so, and I'm sorry for ever thinking you might be that sort of man.
You've always struck me as a rather bold fellow. High-spirited, some might say. Like a
dragonwildebeestwarhorse, charging to and fro where you will in the thick of things. The best part of a warhorse, I suppose, beyond being a frightfully handsome animal is that it can trample its foes when the moment's called for. Brave and cheering in a bind when its rider's feeling his lowest, what?Sometimes, though, they can be a bit vicious without meaning to, stamping on toes, running wild without listening one jot to the chappie whose hanging onto the reins, or galloping right over the chaps looking out for them. I thought you might be that sort of fellow. It's just that when you talk about Sasha - about private matters - it sounds awfully like you're just having your way with him and he's just got to carry on with what pleases you.
I know you aren't now! Really, I understand better, and I should have just asked. It's not polite to go inquiring into the personal affairs of another gentleman, though. I'm sorry, I truly am. There have just been more times than I care to count when I've had a girl madly in love with me not listening to a dashed word I say apart from the ones she wants to hear.
Deepest Regrets,
B. W. Wooster