[ Rhy arches one brow, lips twitching like he's not quite sure if he should smile or frown. ]
...at knifepoint. [ he repeats, landing on flatly bemused. ] Well, at least it must have been memorable.
[ As they talk, Rhy gestures at one of the standing tables, where they can set their drinks down, lean their elbows if they wish and chat without having their hands full the whole time. ]
How long--? Saints, it's been over half a year now! [ This realization seems to have snuck up on him too. Rhy takes a drink for moment or two too long, setting his cup down with a sigh. It troubles him, but at this point, he's realized there's nothing he can do. It's why he decided to start getting more involved in Thorne itself; if he can't go home, and especially now that his brother is here, he may as well try to do some good where they are now. ]
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...at knifepoint. [ he repeats, landing on flatly bemused. ] Well, at least it must have been memorable.
[ As they talk, Rhy gestures at one of the standing tables, where they can set their drinks down, lean their elbows if they wish and chat without having their hands full the whole time. ]
How long--? Saints, it's been over half a year now! [ This realization seems to have snuck up on him too. Rhy takes a drink for moment or two too long, setting his cup down with a sigh. It troubles him, but at this point, he's realized there's nothing he can do. It's why he decided to start getting more involved in Thorne itself; if he can't go home, and especially now that his brother is here, he may as well try to do some good where they are now. ]
So you're a library sort of man, are you?