[By contrast, Crane's glass sits undisturbed. The water rests amongst ice, tranquil as the expression frozen on his face. He seems to be listening to her - much as he listens to anyone.
The first mark something is wrong begins when he casually bats his hands upon the counter. His carefully maintained veneer beginning to crack and melt as he thinks all manner of cruel and unusual thoughts. His back straightens and he chirps with more humour than was physically possible all those years ago; back when he was part of polite society.
Shockingly, something about her amuses him.
Though it doesn't overtake the coldness behind his eyes.]
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The first mark something is wrong begins when he casually bats his hands upon the counter. His carefully maintained veneer beginning to crack and melt as he thinks all manner of cruel and unusual thoughts. His back straightens and he chirps with more humour than was physically possible all those years ago; back when he was part of polite society.
Shockingly, something about her amuses him.
Though it doesn't overtake the coldness behind his eyes.]
Do or die, then?