[ the way she falls silent is damning — it is the silence of someone thinking too much, of too many words and too few ways to say them, and viktor lets her keep them as he walks by her side, crutch clanking as it hits the ground in time with his steps. the need for a drink is even more damning; just what is it that she needs to fortify herself against, in order to tell him of it? it must have something to do with the proposal, given that her silence had directly followed his declaration. just how badly wrong had it all gone?
he casts an interested look at her office — detective agency, hm? not something established quickly, and he wonders how long she must have spent here, if she has given up on the idea of leaving enough to have an office for herself.
he can't quite help the sigh that escapes him as he sits down; the couch is much more comfortable than the cage, that is for sure.
when she finally returns with the glasses and starts the conversation again, viktor hopes for another easy question like the previous one had been — this one, though, makes him grimace as he shakes his head. ]
No, he didn't. There were... other things to talk about. [ like his impending death, and the barricade, and the hexcore. he sounds distinctly defeated. ]
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he casts an interested look at her office — detective agency, hm? not something established quickly, and he wonders how long she must have spent here, if she has given up on the idea of leaving enough to have an office for herself.
he can't quite help the sigh that escapes him as he sits down; the couch is much more comfortable than the cage, that is for sure.
when she finally returns with the glasses and starts the conversation again, viktor hopes for another easy question like the previous one had been — this one, though, makes him grimace as he shakes his head. ]
No, he didn't. There were... other things to talk about. [ like his impending death, and the barricade, and the hexcore. he sounds distinctly defeated. ]