[There's no discomfort in the moment of quiet between them. In Marta's face, her bearing, the sound of elsewhere in her voice, Yujin recognizes himself-- the tenuous balancing act of holding your head up high, and yet always hesitating to fill up more space than is necessary.
He could say more to her, but he doubts he could find those words and articulate them as well as he'd like. Even without them, the understanding in her eyes is enough.
At last, Yujin exhales a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding.]
That is part of it all, isn't it? [He chuckles, humorlessly, taking and setting both glasses down in front of him.] Offering that care whether or not it is accepted with gratitude. [The deep scent of whiskey, dark and sweet, hits the air as he pours for them both.] Or... accepted, period.
[He pushes Marta's glass back towards her.]
Not that that makes me feel better. But it's a nice thought.
[ there's a sympathetic twist to the corner of marta's mouth — not quite a smile, but warm enough despite it. ]
He'll probably feel worse once he gets his head out of his ass, [ come her next words unbidden, the frankness of her tone effectively shattering the delicate air of tension around them, but for the better.
she takes her glass and gently clinks it against his. ]
[That's enough to get a small, sardonic smile out of him. Yujin chuckles quietly as their glasses clink together, then brings his whiskey up to his lips.]
Kanpai.
[It's not too bad for whiskey from the past, he thinks, the liquor rolling on his tongue. Even if it were, the alcohol-- and the company that comes with it-- are far more important. Tired as he still is, and looks, a weight is almost visibly lifted off his shoulders.]
You know, Miss Cabrera, we really should do this more often.
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maybe this is the last cw racism,,,
He could say more to her, but he doubts he could find those words and articulate them as well as he'd like. Even without them, the understanding in her eyes is enough.
At last, Yujin exhales a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding.]
That is part of it all, isn't it? [He chuckles, humorlessly, taking and setting both glasses down in front of him.] Offering that care whether or not it is accepted with gratitude. [The deep scent of whiskey, dark and sweet, hits the air as he pours for them both.] Or... accepted, period.
[He pushes Marta's glass back towards her.]
Not that that makes me feel better. But it's a nice thought.
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He'll probably feel worse once he gets his head out of his ass, [ come her next words unbidden, the frankness of her tone effectively shattering the delicate air of tension around them, but for the better.
she takes her glass and gently clinks it against his. ]
Maybe that'll make you feel better.
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[That's enough to get a small, sardonic smile out of him. Yujin chuckles quietly as their glasses clink together, then brings his whiskey up to his lips.]
Kanpai.
[It's not too bad for whiskey from the past, he thinks, the liquor rolling on his tongue. Even if it were, the alcohol-- and the company that comes with it-- are far more important. Tired as he still is, and looks, a weight is almost visibly lifted off his shoulders.]
You know, Miss Cabrera, we really should do this more often.