[He'll uncross his arms to accept the trade, and take his first hit right there, leaning against the desk. Soft surfaces can come a bit later, once he's set up with his own glass of whiskey.]
Why? [He blinks through the smoke, still savoring the sweet, oily way it rolls over his tongue and through his nostrils.] Why not?
[...all right, so. The events of the last several days before his arrival here are a pretty solid answer for 'why not.' From the way Cassidy's not meeting Matt's eyes at the moment, he knows it.]
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Date: 2018-01-02 06:08 pm (UTC)Why? [He blinks through the smoke, still savoring the sweet, oily way it rolls over his tongue and through his nostrils.] Why not?
[...all right, so. The events of the last several days before his arrival here are a pretty solid answer for 'why not.' From the way Cassidy's not meeting Matt's eyes at the moment, he knows it.]
Tryin' to make friends, I guess.