"Well in that case we should have got a second bottle," Jack said with a grin as he followed her upstairs and inside.
He scanned the room with his gaze, taking in his surroundings. Nothing hugely remarkable, and he doubted the woman at hand had put much of her stamp on it at all. And that said more too to her situation. Whatever that may be.
When she returned his gaze returned to her, and he took the glass with a smile and sat down on the couch wondering quietly if his coat didn't clash with the heavy pattern.
"Oh a psychologist?" he asked with raised eyebrows. "You really must be from 2008." He took a sip from his glass and reached forward, placing it down on the table.
"Well that's all right," he said, a half smirk on his lips, "we don't have to do that much talking."
He paused, just long enough for that sentiment to rest, and he nodded.
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He scanned the room with his gaze, taking in his surroundings. Nothing hugely remarkable, and he doubted the woman at hand had put much of her stamp on it at all. And that said more too to her situation. Whatever that may be.
When she returned his gaze returned to her, and he took the glass with a smile and sat down on the couch wondering quietly if his coat didn't clash with the heavy pattern.
"Oh a psychologist?" he asked with raised eyebrows. "You really must be from 2008." He took a sip from his glass and reached forward, placing it down on the table.
"Well that's all right," he said, a half smirk on his lips, "we don't have to do that much talking."
He paused, just long enough for that sentiment to rest, and he nodded.
"So tell me how you got here, Alex."