[ The glass in his hand is doing it's level best to stay sturdy and not break between his fingers in this very moment, and Silco's expression looks...
Somewhere between annoyed and guarded. At Geto, at the fact that despite his best efforts, it seemed like everyone knew, at the fact that he brought it up. He reaches out to grab his cigar, and puff on that. ]
So you've come to fish, have you? I didn't think you were the type.
[ No, he knew Geto was a gossip. So was he, that was the problem. ]
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Somewhere between annoyed and guarded. At Geto, at the fact that despite his best efforts, it seemed like everyone knew, at the fact that he brought it up. He reaches out to grab his cigar, and puff on that. ]
So you've come to fish, have you? I didn't think you were the type.
[ No, he knew Geto was a gossip. So was he, that was the problem. ]