[ He's not one for parties, but you learn a lot sitting back in the darker corners, and watching. He's had the same beer in front of him all night, and he's content to sit in that back corner, propped against the wall, until he sees her.
It takes him a few seconds to be sure, that it isn't some trick or some projection of loneliness.
He stands up, crossing over to her, and he's pretty sure he's got something to say. Something that'll heal the rift between them--when they last spoke, she'd sent him away, told him he was dead to her. Surely, he could think of something to say. Something. ]
Karen. [That's....probably not going to do it. He's careful to keep himself a distance away, showing his hands, showing he's unarmed. Maybe that'll make a difference. ]
i. well, helloooooooo
It takes him a few seconds to be sure, that it isn't some trick or some projection of loneliness.
He stands up, crossing over to her, and he's pretty sure he's got something to say. Something that'll heal the rift between them--when they last spoke, she'd sent him away, told him he was dead to her. Surely, he could think of something to say. Something. ]
Karen. [That's....probably not going to do it. He's careful to keep himself a distance away, showing his hands, showing he's unarmed. Maybe that'll make a difference. ]