There was no pity in Cassidy's expression as he listened, and only a small measure of sympathy. Mostly, there was bemused curiosity. Kindred. Society. Those words in particular alluded to a world that was entirely foreign to him, and that he couldn't help finding suspect. Too many vampires in one place... well, there was a reason he preferred the company of mortals.
The bit about housewives and windows was met with a twitch of a smile, a breaking of the tension. Cassidy leaned forward to pass the pipe over, as silent and casual as Matthew had been in his request.
"You paint an accurate picture there, mate," he said as he sat back again, taking up his whiskey and resting the glass on his knee. "Quiet people livin' their quiet lives. I'll take normal —" His definition of normal, which he'd been quite comfortable with in Vegas, "— but quiet is just a coupla bridges too far. And there I am, expected to lay low in this nowhere of a place. It coulda been torture."
He took a slow sip from his glass, contemplating the various ways he might've gone mad if he hadn't been able to squirrel out the interesting corners of Annville.
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Date: 2018-01-10 04:01 pm (UTC)The bit about housewives and windows was met with a twitch of a smile, a breaking of the tension. Cassidy leaned forward to pass the pipe over, as silent and casual as Matthew had been in his request.
"You paint an accurate picture there, mate," he said as he sat back again, taking up his whiskey and resting the glass on his knee. "Quiet people livin' their quiet lives. I'll take normal —" His definition of normal, which he'd been quite comfortable with in Vegas, "— but quiet is just a coupla bridges too far. And there I am, expected to lay low in this nowhere of a place. It coulda been torture."
He took a slow sip from his glass, contemplating the various ways he might've gone mad if he hadn't been able to squirrel out the interesting corners of Annville.