[ 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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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.