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[niveous]

[She hates herself a little, as she watches his expression shift. The question had been insensitive and inappropriate, to say the least. Nill knows that it hadn't been fair of her to even pose it. As absurd as she found his sense of responsibility, that didn't mean she should belittle it. He wasn't berating her life choices, after all, and he must have known that they weren't on the entirely bright side of moral.

Nill finishes off her drink in one more gulp and takes a long sip of the last vodka cranberry. Her head is starting to feel light. She sets the glass on the table between them, and her fingers curl into the material of his jacket.]

If you do decide, I'll be there to get you out.

[She doesn't mention how he might contact her, if the time comes, but she still knows that she'll be ready. But it seems as if tonight, at least, he's set on staying. When had she even made the decision to try and change his mind? She can't immediately place the moment, and so she stops trying.]

[corvidave]

[He feels her fingers curl and it draws a sigh from him. He doesn't move his arm, but his own fingers relax a little.]

If I can't get out on my own, then I don't need to leave.

[It was an easy enough philosophy. If he couldn't get out reasonably, then neither could anyone else. That meant he still had a job to do. Even now with all the measures in place, imports could leave if they talked to the right people (namely, him). Part of him wonders if he still comes off as cold and dettached. He had worked on that a litle, if only so Rose didn't have to suffer in silence dealing with it whenever they saw each other.

Its wasn't perfect, but he was trying.]

[niveous]

[She almost takes her hand away at that sigh. She can't tell which one of them is more agitating to her right now: him for refusing to take her help still, or herself for being upset that he wouldn't. She should have expected it. People can only change so much, even her--somewhere deep down, she had always wanted to be on her own (or with only Heine). She hadn't wanted to feel the need to care for the people around her. Caring was hard, and more often than not, it ended up hurting.

But even years later, she can't completely stop. It's part of why she'd come back, right? And if he was hell bent on keeping himself chained to this place, there's nothing she can really do about it.]

I just hope you don't die here, Dave.

[It's as much sentiment as she can muster at the moment, and with it she draws her fingers away from him. She lets her hand lay on the table in case he poses anything else that requires a response, but she'd prefer to finish off the last of her drink without thinking of anything but how her body buzzes with the alcohol.]

[corvidave]

[He almost grabs her hand before it leaves his arm. Almost. He hated letting people down, now more than ever. Davesprite sits up a little straighter, trying to figure out how to recover the conversation from the awkward direction it had gone in.]

I'm not looking to make this place my graveyard.

[He didn't know how much it helped or even if he sounded sincere, but he meant it.][He folds his arms uncomfortably and leans against the table.]

[niveous]

[It was less that he was letting her down and more that she'd made the mistake of getting her hopes up. The road isn't always exactly friendly for a woman traveling alone, especially a woman that couldn't scream. But she'd made that bed for herself, and over the years she'd gained too much self-pride to get out of it. Besides, her life could be considered comfortable. She has little to complain of, outside the danger and occasional lonely days.

Others have it worse. She'd had it worse back in her own world. And that was what always brought her back to square one.

Nill watches him shift from the corner of her eye, and feels bad. She already wants to take back the severance of her half of the conversation. The cranberry sours in her mouth and she has to put the glass down once more, still unfinished. Catching up wasn't going the way she had wanted.

Without thinking much about it, she reaches for the pen once more and scratches out:]

Switzerland is nice.

[A hint. A suggestion. Maybe a promise. He isn't an old man yet, after all.]

[corvidave]

[He peers at the paper curiously and offers her a small nod, arms still folded. He couldn't and wouldn't promise her anything. It wasn't fair to either of them. He could almost admit that Nill's company was something he had missed. It was always easier to share company with someone who didn't expect a lot of conversation and who didn't always feel the need to pry into everything.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[He picked up the extra pen and playfully reached over to draw a quick line on her hand -- a little jab in her direction.]

[niveous]

[His answer is more or less what she expected. Even when they'd been kids, he'd been reluctant to bind himself to anything. And she tries to be understanding, now--he doesn't feel like he can leave right now. But it isn't as if she's tied down. Now that she knows he's still here, she can look out for him the next time she visits.

Which reminds her that she's leaving in just a couple days. It sucks, but the flight has already been booked and she already has plans to meet with a contact in Berlin. All of those things could be set aside, but it wouldn't be good for her reputation.

She's distracted by his attack with the pen, and it breaks the melancholy that had been settling over her. She actually smiles, and when she moves to brush his hand away, he might hear the ghost of a laugh in his mind. She tries to snatch away the pen to retaliate, balling up a scrap of paper to flick at him as she does.]

[corvidave]

[If they hadn't been in public, he might've fallen back dramatically, but Davesprite is not looking to attract unnecessary attention at the present. So, instead, he deflects the piece of paper and catches it in mid-air.

Afterwards, he decides to play baseball with it and the pen, batting it into one of the empty glasses. He's quickly reminded that they're out of alcohol, but thankfully has enough judgement not to go up and get more. After all, that money he had stolen earlier wasn't just for him.

Actually, none of it was supposed to be for him. So much for being utterly selfless. Turns out even Davesprite Strider has plenty of flaws to go around.]

[niveous]

[Who doesn't have flaws? Nill has taken up plenty of bad habits since she's been away from the City. Maybe it was because of the lack of good influences in her life nowadays, maybe it was because she had become a part of the world everyone had tried to keep her from back home. Either way, she isn't the perfect girl everyone tried so hard to make her. Some days she feels worse about it than others.

One thing he can still make her do is laugh, which is a good feeling. She gives him a light golf clap and plucks the slightly damp wad of paper from the glass. Mischief in her eyes and a smile on her lips, she makes to stick it to the side of his face. An alcoholic spitball, if you will.

Nobody ever said she got classier as she grew up.]