[ Hector's eyes still remain on Fai as he says that, expression still somewhat dour. ]
Good.
[ For a moment, he opens his mouth, as though about to say more, but he remains silent. As his lips close, whatever thought was behind it dies. Never mind.
He hops up from the stool to round the back of the bar and begins to put the new bottles on their places on the shelf. It isn't going to be the same setup as last time—he doesn't know where the bottles were before—but at least the spaces will be filled. ]
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Good.
[ For a moment, he opens his mouth, as though about to say more, but he remains silent. As his lips close, whatever thought was behind it dies. Never mind.
He hops up from the stool to round the back of the bar and begins to put the new bottles on their places on the shelf. It isn't going to be the same setup as last time—he doesn't know where the bottles were before—but at least the spaces will be filled. ]
I'm sorry, Fai.
[ For. Well. Everything. ]