[There's a rise and fall of his shoulders. At least he's got something to remember him by, bitter and unappealing as it may be.
Memories aren't formed over nothing.
He'll accept the meager refill. Goodbyes. Goodbye to a former existence only to be thrust into another, similarly unappealing version of the first? He expects this won't be the last time he'll run into the drunk.
Farewells are exponentially different when dealing with the immortal. There's a belated motion of clinking glasses before he'll down his portion. Disgusting as the first, but handled with more grace.]
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Memories aren't formed over nothing.
He'll accept the meager refill. Goodbyes. Goodbye to a former existence only to be thrust into another, similarly unappealing version of the first? He expects this won't be the last time he'll run into the drunk.
Farewells are exponentially different when dealing with the immortal. There's a belated motion of clinking glasses before he'll down his portion. Disgusting as the first, but handled with more grace.]