[ This conversation took an unexpected turn, he thinks, and her answer gives him pause once again. He wonders if maybe they've crossed another one of those uncomfortable lines – more his hang-ups than hers, he grants – and he slowly lets out a breath. ]
Right. 'Course.
[ His gaze flits off again to the other guests on the terrace with them. A dozen people with them. Two more stepping out with glasses in hand, the noise from the club lancing through the relative quiet before the doors swing shut once more. All of them paying him and Goto absolutely no mind, of course, but that doesn't stop Peter from being at least a little suspicious of each of them. Old habits.
He clears his throat. ]
I'm pretty sure I owe you a drink for playing therapist, just now.
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Right. 'Course.
[ His gaze flits off again to the other guests on the terrace with them. A dozen people with them. Two more stepping out with glasses in hand, the noise from the club lancing through the relative quiet before the doors swing shut once more. All of them paying him and Goto absolutely no mind, of course, but that doesn't stop Peter from being at least a little suspicious of each of them. Old habits.
He clears his throat. ]
I'm pretty sure I owe you a drink for playing therapist, just now.