[He grows more and more tense as the silence goes on. There's no way to take back the words, even if he claimed drunkenness later they'd be out there, and Anders wonders if he's just done as he always does and destroyed what he wanted to protect.
He's horribly sober now, leaning against a building, halfway home, not sure if he should even keep going, or give up and go back to the Foxhole, or what.
And then Tony speaks, and Anders lets out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, sagging against the wall behind him. Anders laughs at the question, at the cursing, sinking down near to the ground in relief.]
Yes. Yes, I know, Tony.
[The ground is radiating cold upward and Anders doesn't care. He's happy. Stupidly so. More than he has any right to be, and he thinks he might even be drunk off of this.]
I'll be the cheesy one. You can stick with 'same.' Or 'dammit Anders.' Either works.
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Date: 2013-02-27 10:17 am (UTC)He's horribly sober now, leaning against a building, halfway home, not sure if he should even keep going, or give up and go back to the Foxhole, or what.
And then Tony speaks, and Anders lets out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, sagging against the wall behind him. Anders laughs at the question, at the cursing, sinking down near to the ground in relief.]
Yes. Yes, I know, Tony.
[The ground is radiating cold upward and Anders doesn't care. He's happy. Stupidly so. More than he has any right to be, and he thinks he might even be drunk off of this.]
I'll be the cheesy one. You can stick with 'same.' Or 'dammit Anders.' Either works.