[Her agitation fades as quickly as it had come on. Of course he isn't. He's never registered, as far as she knows; she hadn't either, but she had also left the worst of import discrimination behind her. Being in Europe had its perks, to say the least. Certain people were willing to overlook certain things so long as you had something they wanted--or something they didn't want anyone else to have.
The rapidity with which he's drinking isn't lost on her, but she doesn't mention it. Again: it isn't her business. It's hard to make herself believe that. But better a flimsy shield than none at all.
This conversation is turning into nothing more than thinly veiled offers and reproaches. She takes her time on the screwdriver, blue eyes lingering on the phone for a moment too long before her gaze slides back to his face and those stupid glasses. At least nowadays they might have some practical use, what with hiding his distinctive red irises and all. The aviators still look ridiculous, though. She wishes he'd take them off so she could see his eyes and--
She stops the thought before it fully forms. None of that, now.]
The nice thing about it is that there's always room for one more.
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The rapidity with which he's drinking isn't lost on her, but she doesn't mention it. Again: it isn't her business. It's hard to make herself believe that. But better a flimsy shield than none at all.
This conversation is turning into nothing more than thinly veiled offers and reproaches. She takes her time on the screwdriver, blue eyes lingering on the phone for a moment too long before her gaze slides back to his face and those stupid glasses. At least nowadays they might have some practical use, what with hiding his distinctive red irises and all. The aviators still look ridiculous, though. She wishes he'd take them off so she could see his eyes and--
She stops the thought before it fully forms. None of that, now.]
The nice thing about it is that there's always room for one more.
[She isn't even trying anymore.]