"That's- ah, shit," he said, cursing his own foot-in-mouth syndrome. Truth be told, it was a thin cover-up for the way his spirits lifted almost instantly. Ridiculous- her being single didn't mean a fucking thing.
In fact, it probably meant that he left her- if it was the other way around, Hawke would've just said that outright. Still, it was hard to school his face into the socially appropriate Supportive Friend. It wasn't easy to pretend not to be happy about it, but he managed. Mostly.
"Sorry to hear that, Hawke. Let me know if you want me to humiliate him in Wicked Grace this week. I'll make him walk back to Hightown in his loincloth at 2 in the morning."
It had his usual snark, but there was the faintest bite to it. The bite that would even suggest a walk of shame that, while funny, would be outright dangerous in Lowtown after dark.
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Date: 2017-11-19 12:33 pm (UTC)"That's- ah, shit," he said, cursing his own foot-in-mouth syndrome. Truth be told, it was a thin cover-up for the way his spirits lifted almost instantly. Ridiculous- her being single didn't mean a fucking thing.
In fact, it probably meant that he left her- if it was the other way around, Hawke would've just said that outright. Still, it was hard to school his face into the socially appropriate Supportive Friend. It wasn't easy to pretend not to be happy about it, but he managed. Mostly.
"Sorry to hear that, Hawke. Let me know if you want me to humiliate him in Wicked Grace this week. I'll make him walk back to Hightown in his loincloth at 2 in the morning."
It had his usual snark, but there was the faintest bite to it. The bite that would even suggest a walk of shame that, while funny, would be outright dangerous in Lowtown after dark.