[ He relaxes when she agrees to the drink, because that means they're going to be getting somewhere after all. He'd been expecting a struggle at every step of the way; bullying to get things done. He's used to that, at least. This is infinitely better, though.
He places the roll of bandages down on the vanity next to the kit, moving off to pour them both four fingers of whiskey. A few moments and he's back again, offering the glass to her on the side of her good hand. He takes a mouthful of his own drink before putting it down, the bandages back in his hand. ]
How often has this happened?
[ She seems awfully used to being injured. He gestures for her wrist. ]
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He places the roll of bandages down on the vanity next to the kit, moving off to pour them both four fingers of whiskey. A few moments and he's back again, offering the glass to her on the side of her good hand. He takes a mouthful of his own drink before putting it down, the bandages back in his hand. ]
How often has this happened?
[ She seems awfully used to being injured. He gestures for her wrist. ]