[ Hector finds his way back to the sofa as Fai speaks, still not looking at him, making sure his wine doesn't spill.
When he sits, he looks to the other man and sees that smile. And for reasons he can't explain, he immediately doesn't trust it. There's no substance behind the smile.
Hector frowns. ]
Permanent or no, you wish it wasn't.
[ Pure conjecture...based on the fat natural 20.
He brings the glass to his lips, but doesn't drink yet. ]
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When he sits, he looks to the other man and sees that smile. And for reasons he can't explain, he immediately doesn't trust it. There's no substance behind the smile.
Hector frowns. ]
Permanent or no, you wish it wasn't.
[ Pure conjecture...based on the fat natural 20.
He brings the glass to his lips, but doesn't drink yet. ]
I hope it isn't hurting you.