A wary flash of his eyes from the passed cup to Loxley’s face betrays skepticism that runs bone deep, but it’s a nice thing for him to say regardless. So Dick says, “Thank you,” before he takes his own seat and “so do you,” once he has.
A long sip hangs bitter on the back of his tongue. It takes work not to make a face at his own offering.
It takes less work for Loxley, re not making any faces at the bitter notes in the wine, and that could equally be attributed to being fairly good at deciding what his face ought to do at any time as well as the fact his taste in wine runs fairly cheap anyway. And besides, it's a gift, even when shared.
"Good," he says. "Um."
A pause, some mental pivot happening before he adds, "Keeping busy," and if this comes across somehow coded, it manages to avoid sounding like a euphemism for nonstop carousing, so there's that. "I don't suppose it's very boring in the Gallows? Even outside of terrorism and Nevarra's finest showing up unannounced."
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A long sip hangs bitter on the back of his tongue. It takes work not to make a face at his own offering.
“How have you been?”
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"Good," he says. "Um."
A pause, some mental pivot happening before he adds, "Keeping busy," and if this comes across somehow coded, it manages to avoid sounding like a euphemism for nonstop carousing, so there's that. "I don't suppose it's very boring in the Gallows? Even outside of terrorism and Nevarra's finest showing up unannounced."