He'd been flip in asking the question, but in the wake of it Alex looks him over with something unreadable in her eyes, and Darlington can't shake the sense he's being somehow assessed. Nor the sense, a moment later, that he wants so badly to measure up. He could say something, but doesn't, once again left at a slight and unexplainable loss for words; a feeling he's coming to find so familiar where Alex is concerned.
Whatever that look is, whatever odd tension settles between them, it's put aside as Alex looks away once more and murmurs her assessment--one just as dismissive and dry as the query it's responding to. That's how they are with each other, after all.
"Generous of you," he says in return, reaching for his own glass.
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Date: 2020-01-07 01:37 pm (UTC)Whatever that look is, whatever odd tension settles between them, it's put aside as Alex looks away once more and murmurs her assessment--one just as dismissive and dry as the query it's responding to. That's how they are with each other, after all.
"Generous of you," he says in return, reaching for his own glass.