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I'll do what I can to keep that from being an issue in the future. Even when one isn't in your situation it's difficult enough.

Elegantly spoken, from the woman who gave me a black eye and called me...what was it? A "fucking idiot."

There is a time for eloquence and a time to be blunt. The trick is to know when to change over in one's language. Or to simply not give a shit.

Right. But I don't think you need to be formal with me right now. You've been forgiven.

If you're certain.

My foster-mother's religion places particular emphasis on forgiveness. I hear it's good for interpersonal relationships.

Far better than the alternative. You've enough on your mind without holding a grudge.

[The drawback to being Gregor is that only people who know you really, really well can tell for sure whether or not you're teasing.]

I...really have come to value you, Adele. I don't have many friends here. Thank you.

[She's still learning his ticks and quirks. It'll be some time yet before she can pick her way through deadpanned humor. But she tries.]

You're dear to me as well, Gregor. It's why I became as mad as I was. I handled everything poorly but...I do count you close.

I got that right around the time the anger wore off.

I would like to say I'm not normally so blunt with those I care for...but that would be lying. I do not normally strike them, though.

What's forgiven is forgiven. You don't have to keep bringing it up.

Habit. If I don't remind myself of my mistakes I'll never learn from them. Or at least that is the rationalization I've given myself.

Maybe. Just don't do it constantly. You'll drive yourself crazy.

Some might say I'm already there. They're idiots for thinking so, but some would say that.

You're not crazy. I'm Barrayaran, I would know.

True, but I am neurotic. Better than I once was, true, but I've some work yet left ahead of me.

Considering my own family, no wonder I'm right at home around you.

You're not a LeBlanc unless you have an anxiety disorder of some sort.

[A low chuckle as he considers how ulcers run in the Vorkosigan family.] Really?

Really. We've two or three separate specialists on hand- and have kept them in practice for quite some time.

You must be among our French ancestors. I wonder how the languages compare, a thousand years and a planet removed.

Perhaps I am. It would not surprise me overmuch, considering how caught up most of my family is in making a solid standing for themselves. As for the language...the root would be similar, I suppose? Context would change a great deal of meaning.