The tips of his ears burned with heat. "God…I'm sorry," He sighed while lowering his head. "I'm sorry for that." To say that he forgot about Uriah, especially during everything that had happened since they last saw each, would be a lie. Nothing but a big fat lie. Somehow that summer just lodged itself in his mind for good. Every since then has been a blur or a nightmare, but those times with Uriah were fresh in his mind.
Hans just kept his head down till the waiter came to the table. With his right hand resting on the table, the other picked at edge of his jacket. Sometimes he would try to glance over at Uriah but his heart kept fluttering.
Slowly he exhaled while staring off into the distance. When the waiter returned to the table, Hans gave the man a small thanks. "We will see," He said as he turned to face Uriah. "I will prove myself. I worked so hard up to this moment and I know you did as well. I will not waste anyone's time."
Uriah managed to regain his composure, despite the human syrup still filling his cheeks. “Don’t be sorry. Just don’t,” he said coldly.
The water helped. He let out a soft breath as his gaze lingered on Hans’s hand fiddling with his jacket, staring over the rim of the glass. No, he couldn’t forget that summer all those orbit parties ago. It was impossible not to. However, when he looked back on it now, all he saw was the foolish, sentimental behavior of a younger man, fleeting memories drenched in golden light. Of course, it had been lovely. Everything in the time before the war had been lovely. But there was no going back, even if it was pretty to think so.
He set the glass down. “Good. So then, shall we dine?”
Hans wanted to say something. Anything. But he knew all he could say was another apology. He just kept fidgeting with his jacket, hoping that it would be enough for him to push through those memories that kept lingering in his mind.
It worried him, how he couldn't seem to let go of their past. No matter what it always lingered. Every single moment of that summer. Every inch of Uriah's skin. Every word spoken from those lips or written by those hands he held. Forgetting all of it would be impossible yet he could try to push everything to the back of his mind. After all, it's one of the reasons why he loved acting, everything fades until it reappears.
"Sure, I think that would be noice," He nodded. "I heard the dishes here are swell. Do you have anything in mind, Mr. Director?"
