Let's... [he only echoes that far, sighing and taking a seat. A slip of his glasses off his nose to rub at the bridge, before returning and straightening them out. No being sullen, now, that's only childish. Though, that's just how he had been acting, refusing to face whatever questions Myr might have. Their bond is too strong and earnest, he knows lying or dodging the truth won't go over.
But he's not exactly offering anything upfront. Everett takes the tumbler to sip the brandy.]
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But he's not exactly offering anything upfront. Everett takes the tumbler to sip the brandy.]