[He swirls his own wine as he leans back to watch her drink it. It almost appears as if she doesn't like it at first, and he holds his breath, listening. Then a second sip. Oh, thank the gods.
He did not put that much effort into it for her not to like it.]
Sin City? Gods, I would've loved to visit. Sounds like it was made for me, in fact. [He gives a laugh, taking a sip. Mmm. Yes. It comes out perfectly. Far were his thoughts from the negative when he was making it. Julie's presence only brings good memories -- the feeling of those pills, the drinks, how unbelievably warm he'd been. Julie coming to him as a safe, fun choice for Nadine. (Which he believes he'd been, for sure.)
He turns to her when the wine is set down, eyebrows rising. Oh. Oh, he knows what this means --
But he is not prepared to see it. He takes the picture first, running his hand over it. Except... he isn't sure what it is. A portrait, except the details are not painted or drawn. It's as if he's looking through a window.
The other... thing, blinking at him. He stares at both, struck silent, his own wine glass forgotten.]
Honestly, I -- I hardly know what I'm looking at. It's like a sea of stars. [He isn't new to lights like that, though, if only because of Julie's club. At a certain point, it's easier to accept things as magic.] It's stunning. I don't know how you manage to look away from it all.
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He did not put that much effort into it for her not to like it.]
Sin City? Gods, I would've loved to visit. Sounds like it was made for me, in fact. [He gives a laugh, taking a sip. Mmm. Yes. It comes out perfectly. Far were his thoughts from the negative when he was making it. Julie's presence only brings good memories -- the feeling of those pills, the drinks, how unbelievably warm he'd been. Julie coming to him as a safe, fun choice for Nadine. (Which he believes he'd been, for sure.)
He turns to her when the wine is set down, eyebrows rising. Oh. Oh, he knows what this means --
But he is not prepared to see it. He takes the picture first, running his hand over it. Except... he isn't sure what it is. A portrait, except the details are not painted or drawn. It's as if he's looking through a window.
The other... thing, blinking at him. He stares at both, struck silent, his own wine glass forgotten.]
Honestly, I -- I hardly know what I'm looking at. It's like a sea of stars. [He isn't new to lights like that, though, if only because of Julie's club. At a certain point, it's easier to accept things as magic.] It's stunning. I don't know how you manage to look away from it all.