[ There are intonations in his voice she may notice as different; a
small southern drawl, a random twinge of something distinctly New Orleans.
Ethan’s mother had been from the area, though he’s only recently come to
live there himself - if you can call it living. Still, you pick things up,
buy that home grown Appalachian deal never leaves, no matter how hard you
try.
He also has a lot more scruff than the other man she may know. ]
Somethings, maybe.
[ He swallows, regretting the action the moment he does it -
thirsty, always thirsty. But he reaches out anyway, steadies here, concern
on his face, brow furrowed. ]
no subject
I heard… something.
[ There are intonations in his voice she may notice as different; a small southern drawl, a random twinge of something distinctly New Orleans. Ethan’s mother had been from the area, though he’s only recently come to live there himself - if you can call it living. Still, you pick things up, buy that home grown Appalachian deal never leaves, no matter how hard you try.
He also has a lot more scruff than the other man she may know. ]
Somethings, maybe.
[ He swallows, regretting the action the moment he does it - thirsty, always thirsty. But he reaches out anyway, steadies here, concern on his face, brow furrowed. ]
Are you okay?