NIKI
It's too late to take back what his loose lips have let slip, especially with Flora's sudden and theatrical delight, and so Niki doesn't even try to steer the conversation back onto safer ground. Instead, feeling his cheeks heat up right towards the tips of his ears, he takes a steadying sip of his drink (definitely a good idea) and shrugs his shoulders as if to try and dismiss or normalise it somehow. "Nothing like that," he says, perhaps a little too quickly.
"He was just talking about his work at the House of Midnight, and that no one had booked time with him in a while. I... I do not remember what I said, but it sounded like he was asking if I wanted..." Shrugging again, helplessly this time, and setting his glass down, Niki rakes his now free hand through his dark hair. "And that is when he said it. It does not matter anyway - I dismissed it. I do not need anybody's pity, especially not somebody whose job it is to..." She gets the picture, he hopes.
"He was just talking about his work at the House of Midnight, and that no one had booked time with him in a while. I... I do not remember what I said, but it sounded like he was asking if I wanted..." Shrugging again, helplessly this time, and setting his glass down, Niki rakes his now free hand through his dark hair. "And that is when he said it. It does not matter anyway - I dismissed it. I do not need anybody's pity, especially not somebody whose job it is to..." She gets the picture, he hopes.
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
