[Zevran returns with glasses of water for them both, settling down next to her after he hands Elissa her share. This is awkward, for so many reasons. He isn't dressed to impress anyone, wearing his favored yoga skirt and pants and a loose scoop-necked shirt over, soft things that hide his knives deceptively well. His boots are by the door - he tends to go barefoot in the apartment. All in all, it's hardly the clothes for a date, in fact it's pretty clear he had no plans for more than reading a few books and heading to bed.
He presses a kiss to her cheek, almost playful, then sips his water.]
I am afraid I must ask you... what exactly brought this on? I had completely convinced myself we would and could not happen.
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He presses a kiss to her cheek, almost playful, then sips his water.]
I am afraid I must ask you... what exactly brought this on? I had completely convinced myself we would and could not happen.