The dryness is familiar. Comforting. Bracing. The dryness makes Sylvain laugh - a little startled, like a rabbit flushed out of hiding, dashing through the underbrush before it's pounced upon and devoured. It's like that. There and gone again.
"Then consider the offer an IOU for if you ever need it." Wink! Sylvain's following, nonchalant, as if he does this all the time and nothing had happened. Nothing close to a moment. Everything light and casual and easy, neither of them hurt, both of them fine. Perfectly healthy.
And he knows what he's supposed to do. He stretches his arms. "Oh, right, lemme tell you about the bottle I found." And he fills the air with wine talk - stupid, aimless, pointless wine talk - all the way out the door.
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"Then consider the offer an IOU for if you ever need it." Wink! Sylvain's following, nonchalant, as if he does this all the time and nothing had happened. Nothing close to a moment. Everything light and casual and easy, neither of them hurt, both of them fine. Perfectly healthy.
And he knows what he's supposed to do. He stretches his arms. "Oh, right, lemme tell you about the bottle I found." And he fills the air with wine talk - stupid, aimless, pointless wine talk - all the way out the door.