( There is a snort in reply, bitter and disbelieving. Erik could mean one of many things, and they both know it. Where else would he be? Where else could he go? )
I'm sorry if I've disappointed you, Erik.
( His glass gets turned in his hands, fingertips leaving a smear every time he twists it. He doesn't look Erik's way, but the anger that had raged earlier has been doused in something far more melancholy. It leaves him heavy, tired, unable to will anything stronger to the surface. )
You know what they say about old habits though.
( He lifts the drink to his mouth, drains it, gaze flicking around the room like he's not quite sure how to take the whole place in. )
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I'm sorry if I've disappointed you, Erik.
( His glass gets turned in his hands, fingertips leaving a smear every time he twists it. He doesn't look Erik's way, but the anger that had raged earlier has been doused in something far more melancholy. It leaves him heavy, tired, unable to will anything stronger to the surface. )
You know what they say about old habits though.
( He lifts the drink to his mouth, drains it, gaze flicking around the room like he's not quite sure how to take the whole place in. )