How can he carry it off so perfectly? He's a better actor than I remembered.
Afterward, he held her in his arms as they talked softly-- he was always willing to talk afterward, unlike most actors, who thought they had to become surly after sex in order to maintain their macho image with the fans.
"That was beautiful," Arran said, and she noticed with alarm that she wasn't acting. Watch yourself, woman. Don't screw up the loop after you've already invested twenty damned days.
"Was it?" Ham asked.
"Didn't you notice?"
He smiled. "After all these years, Arran, and I was right. There's no woman in the world worth loving with you around."
She giggled softly and ducked her head away from him in embarrassment. It was in character, and therefore seductive.
"Then why haven't you come back before?" Arran asked.
And Hamilton rolled over and lay on his back. Because he was silent for a few moments, she rubbed her ringers up and down his stomach. He smiled. "I stayed away, Arran, because I loved you too much."
"Love is never a reason to stay away," she said. Ha. Let the fans quote that piece of crap for a couple of years.
"It is," Ham said, "when it's real."
"Even more reason to stay with me!" Arran put on a pout. "You left me, and now you pretend you loved me."
And suddenly Hamilton swung over and sat on the edge of the bed.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Damn!" he said. "Forget the stupid act, will you?"
"Act?" she asked.
"The damn Arran Handully character you're wearing for fun and profit! I know you, Arran, and I'm telling you-- I'm telling you, not some actor, me-- I'm telling you that I love you! Not for the audiences! Not for the loop! For you-- I love you!"
And with a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach Arran realized that, somehow, that stinking Triuff had gotten Ham to be a dirty trick after all. It was the one unspoken rule in the business-- you never, never, never mention the fact that you're acting. For any reason. And now, the ultimate challenge-- admitting to the audience that you're an actress and making them still believe you.
"Not for the loop!" she echoed back, struggling to think of some kind of answer.
"I said not for the loop!" He stood up and walked away from her, then turned back, pointed at her. "All these stupid affairs, all the phony relationships. Haven't you had enough?"
"Enough? This is life, and I'll never have enough of life."
But Ham was determined not to play fair.
"If this is life, Capitol's an asteroid." A clumsy line, not like him. "Do you know what life is, Arran? Life is centuries of playing loop after loop, as I've done, screwing every actress who can raise a fee, all so I can make enough money to buy somec and the luxuries of life. And all of a sudden a few years ago, I realized that the luxuries didn't mean a damn thing, and what did I care if I lived forever? Life was so utterly meaningless, just a succession of high-paid tarts!"
Arran managed to squeeze out some tears of rag, The loop never stops. "Are you calling me a tart?"
"You?" Ham looked absolutely stricken. The man can act, Arran reminded herself, even as she cursed him for throwing her such a rotten curve. "Not you, Arran, don't even think it!"
"What can I think, with you coming here and accusing me of being a phony!"
"No," he said, sitting beside her on the bed again, putting his arm around her bare shoulders. She nestled to him again, as she had a dozen times before, years ago. She looked up at his face, and saw that his eyes were filled with tears.
"Why are you-- why are you crying?" she asked, hesitantly.
"I'm crying for us," he said.
"Why?" she asked. "What do we have to cry over?"
"All the years we've lost."
"I don't know about you, but my years have been pretty full," she said, laughing, hoping he would laugh, too.
He didn't. "We were right for each other. Not just as a team of actors, Arran, but as people. You weren't very good back then at the beginning-- neither was I. I've looked at the loops. When we were with other people, we were as phony as two-bit beginners. But those loops still sold, made us rich, gave us a chance to learn the trade. Do you know why?"
"I don't agree with your assessment of the past," Arran said coldly, wondering what the hell he