( it almost feels half-hearted, the way she says no-one else can pull off the purple (except kate), and he's not sure it's a thought that'd have occurred to him if bobbi's attention didn't immediately slide to the bottles lining the wall behind the bar. she doesn't look like she's browsing them to decide on a next drink, doesn't look like she's scanning them to see what's there. it feels like she's looking at them so that she doesn't have to look at him.
(when did that happen?)
they haven't really spoken, not since the labyrinth, not since their entire together in there was spent alternating between well-worn, well-trodden, oft repeated with no satisfactory outcome arguments, and getting along like the old days, like the arguments were a temporary mess they just needed to figure out how to navigate.
but maybe it's just that they don't really know how to be with each other — in every sense of the word — when they're not fighting someone else.
he almost says that he saw her placard at the coffee shop, but doesn't know if he wants to go down that route, either. maybe they're just tired, god knows he didn't really rest after getting back from the labyrinth. so, for a moment, he doesn't say anything, he just picks at the damp-with-condensation label on his bottle. )
Don't know if it's a replica, but— ( because, ha, that's what aurora had said some of their stuff was, right? ) This German beer's pretty good.
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(when did that happen?)
they haven't really spoken, not since the labyrinth, not since their entire together in there was spent alternating between well-worn, well-trodden, oft repeated with no satisfactory outcome arguments, and getting along like the old days, like the arguments were a temporary mess they just needed to figure out how to navigate.
but maybe it's just that they don't really know how to be with each other — in every sense of the word — when they're not fighting someone else.
he almost says that he saw her placard at the coffee shop, but doesn't know if he wants to go down that route, either. maybe they're just tired, god knows he didn't really rest after getting back from the labyrinth. so, for a moment, he doesn't say anything, he just picks at the damp-with-condensation label on his bottle. )
Don't know if it's a replica, but— ( because, ha, that's what aurora had said some of their stuff was, right? ) This German beer's pretty good.