[ Maine watches Church curl in on himself, and his good humor fades. In its place, he looks resigned. Maybe a little tired.
[ But this is what he's here for, isn't it? He needs to know what Church knows. He needs to know what he does. He needs to hear it, from as unbiased a source as possible.
[ The server comes by with coffee, then. Maine's response is delayed; he's dumping all kinds of creamer into his. ]
Sigma. Future shit. Me.
[ Extra words. Unnecessary ones. Signs of agitation bleeding through resignation.
[ He locks his eyes on Church and falls silent again, as he sips his coffee. ]
no subject
[ Maine watches Church curl in on himself, and his good humor fades. In its place, he looks resigned. Maybe a little tired.
[ But this is what he's here for, isn't it? He needs to know what Church knows. He needs to know what he does. He needs to hear it, from as unbiased a source as possible.
[ The server comes by with coffee, then. Maine's response is delayed; he's dumping all kinds of creamer into his. ]
Sigma. Future shit. Me.
[ Extra words. Unnecessary ones. Signs of agitation bleeding through resignation.
[ He locks his eyes on Church and falls silent again, as he sips his coffee. ]