[It was cruel, to be gone so soon. The train found by strength he shouldn't have managed. The Towers, broken screens and wires...Silver wondered, worried, if everyone made it back. If he was wrong. If it was safe.
The party's shit. For Silver, existing here's bad enough, but the chips are down to crumbs, the guacamole's straddling sanity, and the wine's bitter. Next thing you know someone will bring their dogs.
Silver just...lingers by the coat rack in hopes people will toss their stuff and move on, and that his nearly-empty wine glass is enough of a signal he'll excuse himself from conversation quickly.]
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The party's shit. For Silver, existing here's bad enough, but the chips are down to crumbs, the guacamole's straddling sanity, and the wine's bitter. Next thing you know someone will bring their dogs.
Silver just...lingers by the coat rack in hopes people will toss their stuff and move on, and that his nearly-empty wine glass is enough of a signal he'll excuse himself from conversation quickly.]