[ Nelson looks up, his gaze just slightly unfocused. ]
Please, help yourself, there's more in the cabinet and ice in the bucket. If you don't mind waiting I could mix you something-- do you-- [ He looks at Bradbury again, with some concern, putting his hand gingerly on his shoulder. ] ... want a drink? Anything? You look awful. I do know first aid, you know, if you want to get out of those bloody clothes.
[ He bites his lower lip, but stands again, going back to the mini-bar (weaving only slightly) to fix another drink; for himself or for Mitch or for Bradbury, depending on whether or not Mitch wants to make his own and if Bradbury wants something. ]
No, but I don't, uh... try to advertize, particularly. You know, it's not the safest out there no matter what name you go by... but don't apologize, I do have a spare bed for you. Stay as long as you need to -- uh, either of you, if you like. He's here for -- I invited him for dinner. [ He remembers, once at the counter, that he still has a half-filled scotch sitting there and sips from that instead. His cheeks redden mildly as he neglects to detail the circumstances that led to the invite and he gestures to Mitch. ] Maskin, isn't it?
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Please, help yourself, there's more in the cabinet and ice in the bucket. If you don't mind waiting I could mix you something-- do you-- [ He looks at Bradbury again, with some concern, putting his hand gingerly on his shoulder. ] ... want a drink? Anything? You look awful. I do know first aid, you know, if you want to get out of those bloody clothes.
[ He bites his lower lip, but stands again, going back to the mini-bar (weaving only slightly) to fix another drink; for himself or for Mitch or for Bradbury, depending on whether or not Mitch wants to make his own and if Bradbury wants something. ]
No, but I don't, uh... try to advertize, particularly. You know, it's not the safest out there no matter what name you go by... but don't apologize, I do have a spare bed for you. Stay as long as you need to -- uh, either of you, if you like. He's here for -- I invited him for dinner. [ He remembers, once at the counter, that he still has a half-filled scotch sitting there and sips from that instead. His cheeks redden mildly as he neglects to detail the circumstances that led to the invite and he gestures to Mitch. ] Maskin, isn't it?