[Otto's gaze sails from Bruno's pleasant, smiling face to their hands. It's his left hand, the one that would've usually donned his wedding ring. Trouble is, ever since the webbing developed between his fingers, he hasn't been able to wear it anymore. It's locked up tight in a box in his room now, still a treasured item but no longer something he carries around with him. And maybe that's a sign.
He shifts his position in his chair to lean in closer; close enough that Bruno can probably smell the bourbon on him.]
I'm sorry if this is out of line, but... Would you like to go somewhere more private?
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He shifts his position in his chair to lean in closer; close enough that Bruno can probably smell the bourbon on him.]
I'm sorry if this is out of line, but... Would you like to go somewhere more private?