KORBIN
at least I know how I can make you
laugh like no one else
laugh like no one else
Well, maybe he wasn't, at that. It had been a while since he pulled any of his usual stunts, and maybe she wasn't wrong to think he had become rigid and uptight. It was a side effect of trying to hold himself under control, and some things did not easily escape the system, once you'd held on to it long enough.
"Usually I'm too busy or too poor to drink," he pointed out, but in an easy way; it was just a fact of their lives. "Today though, I feel rich and indulgent, and I'm in a mind to take the whole day off and just savor the sound of my own heartbeat. You have no idea how reassuring it is to know I'm still properly alive." He grinned, and made an extravagant gesture.
The mirth faded when Weaver latched on to something he said, however. Korbin raised a brow at her; he hadn't thought the comment to be very hostile at all, or indeed the tone. "I'm not sure what you want me to say," he replied quietly, and regarded her with head cocked aside, the raven peeking through in his mannerisms. "I'm not trying to guilt you into anything. If you're happy with him, then great. Good for you - and I mean that, Weaver." He set the drink aside on the counter, and faced her fully. "But you really can't expect me to like him just because you do. And I won't lie about it; you see through it anyway, so what's the point?"
It wasn't even that he disliked the guy; Korbin just couldn't accept the familiarity Loren tried to treat him with, as if he was some big brother or trusted friend. It wasn't true, and it was too soon. He didn't know the man, didn't trust him, wasn't even sure he liked him either. And most of all, it rankled that he'd had the relation forced upon himself without a say. What if he just preferred to have nothing at all to do with the man whatsoever? But apprently that was not an option.
He waited, fairly sure Weaver would have something to say to that - they were good at arguing, even when it shouldn't be necessary - and found himself rather distracted when she asked about the drinks. She seemed pleased with the names, and he smiled faintly at the question, at her laughter. "Whichever tickles your fancy best, my lady," he teased gently, leaving the choice up to her; it was her bar, her drink, after all. Though perhaps he might be more inclined to approve of the latter... Korbin himself was definitely no lady, and while he had no problem leaving space for his strong sister... it might be nice not to be excluded.
"Usually I'm too busy or too poor to drink," he pointed out, but in an easy way; it was just a fact of their lives. "Today though, I feel rich and indulgent, and I'm in a mind to take the whole day off and just savor the sound of my own heartbeat. You have no idea how reassuring it is to know I'm still properly alive." He grinned, and made an extravagant gesture.
The mirth faded when Weaver latched on to something he said, however. Korbin raised a brow at her; he hadn't thought the comment to be very hostile at all, or indeed the tone. "I'm not sure what you want me to say," he replied quietly, and regarded her with head cocked aside, the raven peeking through in his mannerisms. "I'm not trying to guilt you into anything. If you're happy with him, then great. Good for you - and I mean that, Weaver." He set the drink aside on the counter, and faced her fully. "But you really can't expect me to like him just because you do. And I won't lie about it; you see through it anyway, so what's the point?"
It wasn't even that he disliked the guy; Korbin just couldn't accept the familiarity Loren tried to treat him with, as if he was some big brother or trusted friend. It wasn't true, and it was too soon. He didn't know the man, didn't trust him, wasn't even sure he liked him either. And most of all, it rankled that he'd had the relation forced upon himself without a say. What if he just preferred to have nothing at all to do with the man whatsoever? But apprently that was not an option.
He waited, fairly sure Weaver would have something to say to that - they were good at arguing, even when it shouldn't be necessary - and found himself rather distracted when she asked about the drinks. She seemed pleased with the names, and he smiled faintly at the question, at her laughter. "Whichever tickles your fancy best, my lady," he teased gently, leaving the choice up to her; it was her bar, her drink, after all. Though perhaps he might be more inclined to approve of the latter... Korbin himself was definitely no lady, and while he had no problem leaving space for his strong sister... it might be nice not to be excluded.
Oh I'm such a mess
But at least I've always been myself
But at least I've always been myself
