[From the corner of his eye, he sees Bruno's long fingers sliding along the glass. It's hypnotizing, in a way. Alluring, even. He doesn't know why that is. ...No, maybe he does know, but is too apprehensive to acknowledge it. What would even come of that?
He sets his own glass down and gestures for a refill. Still, as he does so, an idle thought hits him and he glances Bruno's way.]
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He sets his own glass down and gestures for a refill. Still, as he does so, an idle thought hits him and he glances Bruno's way.]
Do you think they have snacks here?