You are not alone
Where she might have expected a recruiting of his seemingly resilient attitude, Thal only found despair and resignation, his hand pushing the untouched drink her direction without so much as a fight. If she hadn't watched the bartender pour it herself, she might have thought it poisoned or otherwise tampered with. And yet, the hopeless emptiness of his gaze suggested he didn't have the heart or mind to do anything more than breathe right now.
But Thal wouldn't turn down a free drink.
Reaching forward, she snagged the glass and tossed it back, leaving him no room to hesitate or regret the decision. Once the liquor had burned down her throat, she looked him over again, pointedly assessing without attempting to hide it. "You look like shit." And considering she was the one with bandages wrapped up her arm and a colorful bruise healing on her cheek, she knew a little something about looking like shit.
It wasn't an invitation to talk about his feelings - gross - but a brutal observation built on fact, and if it happened to assuage some of her curiosity about what might have beaten this man down? Well, Thal wouldn't argue.
But Thal wouldn't turn down a free drink.
Reaching forward, she snagged the glass and tossed it back, leaving him no room to hesitate or regret the decision. Once the liquor had burned down her throat, she looked him over again, pointedly assessing without attempting to hide it. "You look like shit." And considering she was the one with bandages wrapped up her arm and a colorful bruise healing on her cheek, she knew a little something about looking like shit.
It wasn't an invitation to talk about his feelings - gross - but a brutal observation built on fact, and if it happened to assuage some of her curiosity about what might have beaten this man down? Well, Thal wouldn't argue.
- Thalassa -
You are not unknown
