[ Matt does this kind of thing all the time, unfortunately: He wants badly to communicate, but whiffs the actual communication part. In the meantime, he takes a delicate, but much-needed sip from his new glass. It's a blood-colored drink, too sweet to be wine, but with an herbal undertaste he can't identify.
Well, as long as it's too late to not ask the insane question he wants to ask-- ]
Did you come here on purpose?
I mean, [ in a mild attempt to massage the question, ] do you know anyone here? That you came to see?
[ It doesn't sound at all like small talk, of course. More like someone struggling to recall a nightmare. ]
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Well, as long as it's too late to not ask the insane question he wants to ask-- ]
Did you come here on purpose?
I mean, [ in a mild attempt to massage the question, ] do you know anyone here? That you came to see?
[ It doesn't sound at all like small talk, of course. More like someone struggling to recall a nightmare. ]