He'd kind of figured that was the case from what Alys had already said, so Tal just nodded and raised his glass in a toast. Of what, he wasn't sure, but more wine was definitely the answer at this point. "An' vulnerability sucks," he added succinctly on to her line about romance before taking a decisive drink of the wine that definitely wasn't high enough proof for the direction the conversation had taken.
At least her empathy was accepted with more grace than usual thanks to how relaxed the courier was getting. He offered his friend a lopsided smile and reached across the table to squeeze her hand gratefully. "Thanks, Alys."
He leaned back, contemplating Ru's love life with that little wrinkle at the bridge of his nose that mingled uncertainty with resignation. After a moment he just gave a shake of his head, pushing the topic off for the next time he saw the Valkyrie, and instead lifted his own glass to echo Alys's toast on pure instinct. "Your secrets are safe with me," he promised her, as solemnly as he could when a conspiratorial grin was tugging at his lips. "Long as you don't share the details of my lack-o-love life with anyone!"
At least her empathy was accepted with more grace than usual thanks to how relaxed the courier was getting. He offered his friend a lopsided smile and reached across the table to squeeze her hand gratefully. "Thanks, Alys."
He leaned back, contemplating Ru's love life with that little wrinkle at the bridge of his nose that mingled uncertainty with resignation. After a moment he just gave a shake of his head, pushing the topic off for the next time he saw the Valkyrie, and instead lifted his own glass to echo Alys's toast on pure instinct. "Your secrets are safe with me," he promised her, as solemnly as he could when a conspiratorial grin was tugging at his lips. "Long as you don't share the details of my lack-o-love life with anyone!"
