//Th'pleasure is all mine, Morpheus,// Jono replied, nodding just slightly as he set the other drink down on the table, and then pulled his own chair up, again.
His heart wasn't racing, he wasn't short of breath, his mouth wasn't dry. It was always so easy for him to pretend that he wasn't ill at ease, in moments like this. Nothing more to react to than a constant, unsettling tingle in the back of his head.
//I have to confess, I'm not much good at conversation.//
A lie. He was excellent at conversation. He just had no idea what to say to the dead brother of his girlfriend, Death. Somehow, 'Hi, I understand I'm not supposed to date your sister and you probably hate me for this,' didn't seem like a good topic.
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Date: 2010-07-14 02:47 am (UTC)His heart wasn't racing, he wasn't short of breath, his mouth wasn't dry. It was always so easy for him to pretend that he wasn't ill at ease, in moments like this. Nothing more to react to than a constant, unsettling tingle in the back of his head.
//I have to confess, I'm not much good at conversation.//
A lie. He was excellent at conversation. He just had no idea what to say to the dead brother of his girlfriend, Death. Somehow, 'Hi, I understand I'm not supposed to date your sister and you probably hate me for this,' didn't seem like a good topic.