[Distance. It is to be expected considering how long it has been. He should not be so surprised and perhaps he isn't. Every wounded thought, every glimmer of anything less than the pretty fool Eugene had met when he'd first dropped down from the tree is pulled in and locked up tight and away. There is no place for Zevran the elf here. Just the fool. There's a half moment where he drums his fingers on the counter top just to provide himself a moment to breathe, but that is all.
The question had been evaded entirely. That, for him, is answer enough.]
I shall. When is it your shift ends? I shall walk you home.
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The question had been evaded entirely. That, for him, is answer enough.]
I shall. When is it your shift ends? I shall walk you home.