Thankfully, said newspaper is taking on a life of its own and meeting Riley half-way.
Who would have thought? Given the fact that Aidan himself is rather busy fetching an ashtray, setting it down between them, and reaching into the inner pocket of his coat for his cigars and his matches. It's only after he's done lighting up that he's sliding the case over, and smiling.
"Who was in here before me?"
Because neither of them needed to talk about how Riley is feeling, what he still needed, how much time he had to take off in order to be back up to snuff. Not yet, anyway.
... ;w;
Who would have thought? Given the fact that Aidan himself is rather busy fetching an ashtray, setting it down between them, and reaching into the inner pocket of his coat for his cigars and his matches. It's only after he's done lighting up that he's sliding the case over, and smiling.
"Who was in here before me?"
Because neither of them needed to talk about how Riley is feeling, what he still needed, how much time he had to take off in order to be back up to snuff. Not yet, anyway.