[ It sounds like a joke, and sure as fuck Blackbeard feels like he's throwing himself a little hard in Death's direction. But the trail of the guy's voice puts any idea that he's joking to rest, and Blackbeard's unsure expression falls instead to genuine concern. He leans in, bumping his knuckles against the guy's where they rest against his own mug in as close to a pat as he can get, sat across from each other like this. ]
Hey... Sorry for asking, man. Didn't know it was like that.
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Hey... Sorry for asking, man. Didn't know it was like that.