[ well, that answers a question or two, and creates even more. he hesitates, then follows damian to the table, seating himself and grabbing a napkin to wet and clean the blood off his knuckles. his tongue pokes at the split in his lip as he does so, testing to see how bad it is. ]
The old man's alright, I guess, [ he says with a shrug. ] Grouchy dreg at the best of times.
[ he hesitates, then glances up, blue eyes meeting very similar blue eyes. ] I mostly worked nights for him. [ worked. he works nights for himself now. it's a risk to admit, but so is much of terry's life these days. ]
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The old man's alright, I guess, [ he says with a shrug. ] Grouchy dreg at the best of times.
[ he hesitates, then glances up, blue eyes meeting very similar blue eyes. ] I mostly worked nights for him. [ worked. he works nights for himself now. it's a risk to admit, but so is much of terry's life these days. ]