[A grunt and a quick, dismissive wave — you're not disturbing me — before he re-pockets the Astras and draws that coat a little tighter. One hand is hooked at the inside of an elbow, arms forming a kind of L shape. The cigarette hovers by his mouth.]
Getting there.
[He says it with a grin that's just the right side of wry.]
I didn't realize you were up here.
[Not that it's a tiny roof - it's not hard to fade into the background in the dead of night - but he still feels like he missed a trick.]
We, uh... [He takes another drag as he stares at Connor for a brief moment. There's a flicker of something, then:] We spoke before, right?
[It was doubt. He wants to say it with confidence, but without the glare of the light at Connor's temple, and without... anything more than muddy recollection, he's left turning it into a question.]
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Getting there.
[He says it with a grin that's just the right side of wry.]
I didn't realize you were up here.
[Not that it's a tiny roof - it's not hard to fade into the background in the dead of night - but he still feels like he missed a trick.]
We, uh... [He takes another drag as he stares at Connor for a brief moment. There's a flicker of something, then:] We spoke before, right?
[It was doubt. He wants to say it with confidence, but without the glare of the light at Connor's temple, and without... anything more than muddy recollection, he's left turning it into a question.]