Claude lets go and it’s a mercy just as well as a torment. The loss of touch makes him shiver, an odd chill spreading through his upper body for a brief second before dissipating. Returning his focus to the road ahead, he rubs his arm with one, stiff hand, trying to think of a way to answer without revealing the absolute boredom of his general existence and coming up empty. Very fitting, when you think about it. Easily broken? He's never been close enough to danger to test it, has he?
“I’m an accountant.” He speaks the word without much sentimentalism or indeed, much of anything. He’s never hated his job, he’s got a head for numbers and order – really, it’s the most logical thing he could do. Sometimes, however, logic becomes a rather numb excuse for motivation. “My father…” He swallows without meaning to. “My father’s acquaintance owns a somewhat sizeable dressmaker’s business. He was kind enough to give me work.”
It’s not that getting a job by himself would have been impossible but truly, using your family connections remains a much less vulnerable approach to the market. Naturally, his father owes his friend for taking Vincent in years back and keeping him on – and indeed, favours slip from hand to hand, solidifying the arrangement in a way that a flawless performance never could. LeBeau doesn’t come out of that deal any poorer and obviously, if he did, there’d be no deal to speak of at all. He knows what they’re like, all of them. His father always looks quite ashen when they talk about it. But he’s chosen to accept that the world works as it does, that in order to provide for his household, he’ll have to endure those who’d take advantage.
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“I’m an accountant.” He speaks the word without much sentimentalism or indeed, much of anything. He’s never hated his job, he’s got a head for numbers and order – really, it’s the most logical thing he could do. Sometimes, however, logic becomes a rather numb excuse for motivation. “My father…” He swallows without meaning to. “My father’s acquaintance owns a somewhat sizeable dressmaker’s business. He was kind enough to give me work.”
It’s not that getting a job by himself would have been impossible but truly, using your family connections remains a much less vulnerable approach to the market. Naturally, his father owes his friend for taking Vincent in years back and keeping him on – and indeed, favours slip from hand to hand, solidifying the arrangement in a way that a flawless performance never could. LeBeau doesn’t come out of that deal any poorer and obviously, if he did, there’d be no deal to speak of at all. He knows what they’re like, all of them. His father always looks quite ashen when they talk about it. But he’s chosen to accept that the world works as it does, that in order to provide for his household, he’ll have to endure those who’d take advantage.