[ He listens silently, thankfully knowing well enough that his color commentary is absolutely not welcome at this point. He doesn't expect her to offer as much information as she does – mostly because he's accustomed to dealing with cagey people, who would only offer up the bare minimum or would summarily tell him to fuck off, if they felt he was prying too much.
So he sits and listens, elbows on the table and a hand curled loosely around his tankard, his thumb running along the tankard's lip. He grimaces as she describes her mother's murder, and he's quiet for a second, digesting this information. ]
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So he sits and listens, elbows on the table and a hand curled loosely around his tankard, his thumb running along the tankard's lip. He grimaces as she describes her mother's murder, and he's quiet for a second, digesting this information. ]
How did you manage to get away?