His eyes roll beneath their lids. It's not the same thing and Dorian damn well knows it.
"Been walkin' dead 'nough b'fore I got here; guess I didn't notice that much of a change." That's one way to put it. Sweeney reaches for the bottle to refill his glass.
"An' you? New situation. Bein' with the fella who ain't dead? Well--" Okay, that's on him. "--still dead. But also here. Bein' in yer face."
He's quiet for a moment, staring at his glass. Sweeney wets his lip, unsure how to broach the topic, if there's even a way to. He does his best to be gentle.
"You think ya'd rather it stayed that way?" Time isn't left for an answer before he makes an addition.
"Or's it too early ta e'en be thinkin' of 'what's ta be' when the 'what is' is still so fucked?"
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"Been walkin' dead 'nough b'fore I got here; guess I didn't notice that much of a change." That's one way to put it. Sweeney reaches for the bottle to refill his glass.
"An' you? New situation. Bein' with the fella who ain't dead? Well--" Okay, that's on him. "--still dead. But also here. Bein' in yer face."
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"Off network."
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"You think ya'd rather it stayed that way?" Time isn't left for an answer before he makes an addition.
"Or's it too early ta e'en be thinkin' of 'what's ta be' when the 'what is' is still so fucked?"