(could be worse. sure. that's not quite the same as being good, though, is it. she's pegged him pretty well considering he hasn't bothered to explain much about himself, or who he was before Duplicity. he probably should. it's only fair, to give her a reason to run the other way. only the last thing he could possibly want to do right about now is talk about his family, or Le Bail, or deadly midnight games. )
Cheers to that. ( because that's what this night is about, right? not talking. not reliving. not explaining. just drowning it and hoping it'll go away, at least for a night. so Daniel drops a little more in Max's glass and hovers the bottle out for the appropriate clink. he figures they should stop talking and start drinking, because that's the fastest route to forgetting. )
[ it's possible she'll be upset he didn't reveal more sooner if and when she eventually finds out. max doesn't particularly like it when people aren't honest with her, which is a bit hypocritical given how much of herself she tends to hide about herself. she's told him a fair amount about her background, but there's a lot involved that she hadn't gotten into.
maybe they'll get into their tragic backstories, eventually. hell, they'll probably be compelled to or have the ugliest parts of themselves exposed somehow. right now there are no such factors getting them to talk about things they don't want to, so she lifts her glass once he tops her off and clinks it against his bottle. ]
( turns out, most people hate it when you aren't honest with them. it has never stopped Daniel from being dishonest, or at least, avoiding bringing up the truth. he's very honest, when he has to be. when there's souls and satanic contracts on the line. that kind of honesty doesn't generally come out unprovoked, though. it'll happen, one day. probably. especially if this contract stretches farther than 3 months to get her by until she finds greener pastures.
for now, though, Daniel would like to put Mr. Le Bail as far from his mind as possible. which is kind of hard, when there's a goat gnawing at his shoelaces. he toes the baby gently away and focuses on the clink of glass, before he takes a hit straight from the bottle. )
Cheers, ( he agrees, a breath late, burn still tracing down his throat. no thoughts, drinks only, starting now. that sounds like a great plan. )
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( could be worse. sure. that's not quite the same as being good, though, is it. she's pegged him pretty well considering he hasn't bothered to explain much about himself, or who he was before Duplicity. he probably should. it's only fair, to give her a reason to run the other way. only the last thing he could possibly want to do right about now is talk about his family, or Le Bail, or deadly midnight games. )
Cheers to that. ( because that's what this night is about, right? not talking. not reliving. not explaining. just drowning it and hoping it'll go away, at least for a night. so Daniel drops a little more in Max's glass and hovers the bottle out for the appropriate clink. he figures they should stop talking and start drinking, because that's the fastest route to forgetting. )
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maybe they'll get into their tragic backstories, eventually. hell, they'll probably be compelled to or have the ugliest parts of themselves exposed somehow. right now there are no such factors getting them to talk about things they don't want to, so she lifts her glass once he tops her off and clinks it against his bottle. ]
Cheers.
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for now, though, Daniel would like to put Mr. Le Bail as far from his mind as possible. which is kind of hard, when there's a goat gnawing at his shoelaces. he toes the baby gently away and focuses on the clink of glass, before he takes a hit straight from the bottle. )
Cheers, ( he agrees, a breath late, burn still tracing down his throat. no thoughts, drinks only, starting now. that sounds like a great plan. )