DATE: march 15, 1925 LOCATION: black memorial gala STATUS: closed for @amcarrows
“well, hasn’t it been a while?”
the words are easy, smooth - always polite-amused at best, light lilt at the end of his sentence betraying the slightest fracture of something more than just glassy professionalism. even then, it’s too close to nothing. even then, it’s strictly measured. remind the other of the feeling of being both stranger and partner at the same time.
“how pleasant to see you again, after all this time - a shame it took a tragedy of this kind for our paths to cross again.” an easy smile, one maybe too many teeth in a place meant for mourning. “i daresay it almost feels like you’ve been avoiding me, dear amycus. i don’t blame you, but it does leave one wondering when you just up and leave like that.”
