[ She shrugs gently, lips still pressed together in that quiet curve as she twitches her glass of whiskey towards him between thumb and forefinger. ]
This. [ She lets it hang in the air, almost teasing. Then relents with a tip of her head. ] And you, of course.
[ They both know this isn't her type of party, that she could have bypassed it entirely with a polite decline via text and a promise of dinner or drinks a few days later. Quiet, private. But judging by the shift in his posture in the seconds they've been together, Peggy suspects this isn't quite Cain's cup of tea either. Maybe a part of her knew even before this, guessed that he wouldn't mind the company of someone who stands apart from this crowd.
Maybe, maybe, maybe. Her life revolves around keeping people guessing about what she does and doesn't know. ]
Happy birthday. [ Their paths haven't crossed as often since New Tokyo by virtue of the different lives they lead. And they haven't touched on much about what happened on the train (in the dreams). Doesn't mean she doesn't think about it or doesn't wonder how he is since then. ] Another year. How does it feel?
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This. [ She lets it hang in the air, almost teasing. Then relents with a tip of her head. ] And you, of course.
[ They both know this isn't her type of party, that she could have bypassed it entirely with a polite decline via text and a promise of dinner or drinks a few days later. Quiet, private. But judging by the shift in his posture in the seconds they've been together, Peggy suspects this isn't quite Cain's cup of tea either. Maybe a part of her knew even before this, guessed that he wouldn't mind the company of someone who stands apart from this crowd.
Maybe, maybe, maybe. Her life revolves around keeping people guessing about what she does and doesn't know. ]
Happy birthday. [ Their paths haven't crossed as often since New Tokyo by virtue of the different lives they lead. And they haven't touched on much about what happened on the train (in the dreams). Doesn't mean she doesn't think about it or doesn't wonder how he is since then. ] Another year. How does it feel?
[ Her roundabout way of asking, How are you? ]