Post by Dresden Faust on Dec 9, 2012 18:04:04 GMT -8
He wilted slightly, knowing full well he was beginning to piss his friend off. He listened to Gideon as the man pretty much told him he wasn’t going to like the answer. Like that was going to get him to drop the subject. If anything it made the professor even more curious. Dres reached up and scratched the back of his head as an uneasy silence slipped over the small room. After a minute or two the professor began to fidget and a few minutes after that he stood, walked over to his dresser that was beside the bathroom door and grabbed a bottle of firewhiskey and two glasses deciding they both might be better off with a drink. Quickly he poured a stiff one for Gid and a more conservative one for himself. Once that was done he returned to his make shift chair after handing over the glass.
”How do I know I won’t like the answer unless I hear it?” It was an honest question and he wasn’t really doing anything different than Gid would if their position had been switched. Dres had always thought it was a perk of the friendship. They both seemed to know when something was bothering the other, and both had a tendency to keep things quiet unless someone pried it out of them. Dresden also knew that it was a certain fault of his, a trait he’d had since first year, the inability to let things go if he thought there was more to what he was being told. He took a small sip of whiskey. ”What else do I need to know? I’m only asking because I’m your friend Gid and believe it or not when I ran into you looking like you did I was worried… still am…”
”How do I know I won’t like the answer unless I hear it?” It was an honest question and he wasn’t really doing anything different than Gid would if their position had been switched. Dres had always thought it was a perk of the friendship. They both seemed to know when something was bothering the other, and both had a tendency to keep things quiet unless someone pried it out of them. Dresden also knew that it was a certain fault of his, a trait he’d had since first year, the inability to let things go if he thought there was more to what he was being told. He took a small sip of whiskey. ”What else do I need to know? I’m only asking because I’m your friend Gid and believe it or not when I ran into you looking like you did I was worried… still am…”