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Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

As Fredrich seated himself, he considered Ellery's question. "I didn't really have anyone else to go with." he answered honestly. "Even if I had gotten back to good terms with Cameron, he usually complains or falls asleep during a concert. I heard another friend of mine had gotten into town, but he's captivated with a student already. Ethan's still in Korea - Although I'm positive Han would breath fire at me if I even asked Ethan to come along." he sighed while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. It was then that he realized how harsh his words sounded. Oh... It sounded as though Ellery was his last resort! "I... I wanted you to rest and let your wounds heal, but then I saw how much you liked this, so I decided to bring you with me." he said and smiled softly at the songwriter. "I'd have brought you with me in a heartbeat if you weren't just back from nearly being murdered." he assured.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. "Is it that obvious?" he smirked and looked back at the stage when the lights flashed. But was it really that obvious? He had to wonder about it. He loved Ethan, he loved him so much, yet lately that flame of passion had dimmed. Perhaps he was starting to accept defeat from Han, disgusting as it sounded.
A small smile spread across his lips when he heard Ellery gush about the performance. "Hmm, it reminds me of when I was about ten, and my parents would take me to see The Nutcracker. I hardly remember the play, but I remember that warm, excited feeling I had." He glanced over at the songwriter. "Did you ever get the chance to see a play with your parents?" he asked, hoping it wasn't a touchy subject.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

An arm stretched out and went over Ellery's shoulders. "If you ever want to talk about it, I'll be willing to listen." Fredrich whispered to him just as the curtains rose. He turned his head to look at the stage, but kept his arm around the songwriter to comfort him. He understood the pain of loss, especially with family. He would have lost his mind with grief and bitterness if he hadn't vented to his aunt.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"That entirely depends," said Fredrich, who didn't seem bothered by Ellery's touches. "What kind of cake is it?"

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich gave it thought. "Okay. It's better than sitting here and getting my body stiff." he agreed and got to his feet, sighing while stretching. He looked at Ellery and motioned for him to lead the way. He probably wouldn't eat any cake and just drink beer instead.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich looked around at all the people at the lobby. They were all finely dressed, but it only made sense for a performance like this. Feeling something against his hand, he glanced down to see Ellery holding it and leading him back. It must've been to show him where to go, because if it was for a fear of getting lost then he couldn't quite see the logic in it. Fredrich was practically taller than everyone here, and his intimidating expression made him stick out like a sore thumb.
Nevertheless, the two reached the area that was fairly crowded, especially with families with children. Fredrich reached for the bottle of Bud Light and chuckled when he saw the excitement on Ellery's face. "Go ahead and take my cake. I'm not too hungry." he said and took a gulp of his drink.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

Fredrich leaned his back against the edge of the table and drank his beer as he listened to the train of questions. "It's a good play. I'm not familiar with it, but it seems good so far. Who was that actress? She's very beautiful." he commented and drank more of his beer before shaking the bottle to hear how empty it was. He set it back on the table with a sigh and took Ellery's beer.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.

Fredrich Waltz

In this world, one cannot say anything without proof to back them up.

"Don't be so judgmental, Ellery. I'm not in love with her. I'm attracted to men, remember? But it doesn't mean that I can't admire beauty." Fredrich smirked to himself while drinking more of his - or Ellery's - beer. Without looking at the songwriter, he pulled a handkerchief out of his coat's breast pocket and used it to wipe some hot chocolate off the younger male's chin. "At least give it time to cool down." he chastised lightly, leaned down to be eye level with Ellery and focus better on cleaning him up. When he was done, he put the handkerchief back into his pocket and, still wearing the stern expression, he held up a sugar packet in front of Ellery's face. "Here, put this on your tongue. It helps with burns." he advised.

Without proof, you'll never catch me.