You might be right about that. [He raises the glass and gives it a slight tilt toward Amos in a ‘cheers’ gesture, then gives it a sip. It’s got a fruity sort of flavor to it—not something Vander typically went for, but it wasn’t half bad. He keeps his gaze on the glass, thumb idly tapping against it as he considers it.]
Never really been one to feel like I’m in over my head, but waking up in an entirely new world just might do it.
[He laughs, clearly intending it as something of a joke, but there’s a sincerity lingering there just beneath the surface. There is a reason he had gone after this particular drink, after all, even if he thought the whole prospect of emotion-lending drinks somewhat dubious. If he could just let himself relax for a bit, maybe the prospect of a dead world—and his own death, apparently—might be easier to contend with.]
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Never really been one to feel like I’m in over my head, but waking up in an entirely new world just might do it.
[He laughs, clearly intending it as something of a joke, but there’s a sincerity lingering there just beneath the surface. There is a reason he had gone after this particular drink, after all, even if he thought the whole prospect of emotion-lending drinks somewhat dubious. If he could just let himself relax for a bit, maybe the prospect of a dead world—and his own death, apparently—might be easier to contend with.]