Alistair waited outside for the last of the patrons to leave. He could have gone elsewhere, but really...he had no clue what would drive him to come here of all places. What was he expecting from Vervain ? Understanding? Cursing? Something to tell him he was wrong in his decision? Alistair knew it wasn't wrong, that much he realized...what he had done, would have happened eventually. It was inevitable, and if it weren't Ashetta leaving him behind, as she already had begun doing so...it would have been him. It was best what he did, preserve some small remnants of good he still thought with her.
His breath drew steady as he finally entered, watching as Vervain began closing shop. "Evening m..." he was about to call her mum but stopped himself, instead he didn't wait to be asked, and began assisting with stacking the chairs on the table. Alistair was silent, his dark curls pulled back and bound tightly.
"...evening." He finally corrected himself. "How have you adjusted to all of this?" There was no need to go for the jugular just yet, perhaps some normal conversation would do him some good.
His breath drew steady as he finally entered, watching as Vervain began closing shop. "Evening m..." he was about to call her mum but stopped himself, instead he didn't wait to be asked, and began assisting with stacking the chairs on the table. Alistair was silent, his dark curls pulled back and bound tightly.
"...evening." He finally corrected himself. "How have you adjusted to all of this?" There was no need to go for the jugular just yet, perhaps some normal conversation would do him some good.
