[Break startles a little, but the abrupt injection of chipperness into his equally sudden gloom does draw a crooked little smile out of him, at least. Those prone to noticing such things might spot that his eye lingers just a couple extra seconds on the little whiskey bottle. He downs bizarre fruity cocktails with the best of them but Break is a whiskey drinker at heart, and with the weather starting to go chilly, that does sound like a nice way to spend the evening -- ah, but that in itself is a pastime from younger days spent with people long since gone.
He goes for the Gushers, because candy.]
Well, thank you. [Then, impulsively:] Split them with me?
[People exhaust him as a general rule, but he knows himself well enough to feel when one of those long, lonely nights that last forever is coming on. Strangers are just fine for staving such things off a little -- because of course, as far as the cider is concerned, Break has never seen this guy before in his life.]
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He goes for the Gushers, because candy.]
Well, thank you. [Then, impulsively:] Split them with me?
[People exhaust him as a general rule, but he knows himself well enough to feel when one of those long, lonely nights that last forever is coming on. Strangers are just fine for staving such things off a little -- because of course, as far as the cider is concerned, Break has never seen this guy before in his life.]