[Somehow, that feels like permission to leave. Not because he's told the truth (he has, but in the broadest possible strokes, no mention of who was responsible or the timeframe or any of the rest) but because what else is there for him to be miserable about? Those are the causes, the rest are details.
He stands quietly. Pushes his chair in, and moving it at a slight angle in case Geralt would like a foot rest. The window Alucard sat behind looks out onto a side street, although it clearly needs a good wash from the outside.]
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[Somehow, that feels like permission to leave. Not because he's told the truth (he has, but in the broadest possible strokes, no mention of who was responsible or the timeframe or any of the rest) but because what else is there for him to be miserable about? Those are the causes, the rest are details.
He stands quietly. Pushes his chair in, and moving it at a slight angle in case Geralt would like a foot rest. The window Alucard sat behind looks out onto a side street, although it clearly needs a good wash from the outside.]
Thank you for the drink. It was...well. It was.