[ that nearby warm body is, fortunately for all parties involved, not nic's. if it were, worick would have probably been saved from any future thinking with a swift fist to his face, which would have then devolved into their usual bouts of halfhearted grappling. another way to pass the time, another way to dull the all-too-sharp edges of reality.
but no, not tonight. tonight, worick reeks of alcohol (an expensive kind, from what nic can tell of the richness of it hanging in the air), and so he has removed himself even further away from the situation than usual. leaning with his back against the wall, the window nearby, always nearby, and just within reach of his peripherals. a cooling bottle of mineral water held loosely in one hand.
his other hand is free, moving slowly through the air, mindful of the other man's dulled senses. ]
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but no, not tonight. tonight, worick reeks of alcohol (an expensive kind, from what nic can tell of the richness of it hanging in the air), and so he has removed himself even further away from the situation than usual. leaning with his back against the wall, the window nearby, always nearby, and just within reach of his peripherals. a cooling bottle of mineral water held loosely in one hand.
his other hand is free, moving slowly through the air, mindful of the other man's dulled senses. ]
You're doing that enough for all of us.