[ While Fai downs his wine, Hector only looks into his glass and stares at his reflection.
The man's voice still rings in his ears, his timbre a smooth cadence in his memories, talking with delight of all the vineyards they could visit while off-base, how he hasn't had anything to drink in a long time, dreaming of candlelit dinners...
Fai's voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he realizes he hasn't had any. Without looking at him, Hector plucks the half-empty glass from Fai's hands and replaces it with his own.
He gets up off the couch and wanders back to the bar, not bothering to look at him when he talks. ]
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The man's voice still rings in his ears, his timbre a smooth cadence in his memories, talking with delight of all the vineyards they could visit while off-base, how he hasn't had anything to drink in a long time, dreaming of candlelit dinners...
Fai's voice snaps him out of his thoughts, and he realizes he hasn't had any. Without looking at him, Hector plucks the half-empty glass from Fai's hands and replaces it with his own.
He gets up off the couch and wanders back to the bar, not bothering to look at him when he talks. ]
That bad, huh?