"It develops the flavor," he says, matter of fact, with a faint shake of his head at her tone once her back is turned. "It's best if you decant it, but in the absence of such, just opening the bottle should suffice." Once said, Darlington realizes how insufferable he sounds, prattling on about it; how ridiculous it had been to want, just for a moment, for Alex to have been the kind of person who'd care.
He looks through a few of the kitchen drawers until he spots a corkscrew buried at the back of one of them. Alex's kitchen is narrow enough that passing behind her is a bit of a squeeze as she stands there at the stove, and as he goes, he lays a hand briefly at her back--a warning, a notice, a hope to avoid some kind of collision.
Finding the bottles of wine he'd bought the day before, he looks them both over before making a selection and opening it up, setting the bottle and a pair of glasses out on the coffee table next to the gift bag he'd brought.
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Date: 2019-12-28 07:32 am (UTC)He looks through a few of the kitchen drawers until he spots a corkscrew buried at the back of one of them. Alex's kitchen is narrow enough that passing behind her is a bit of a squeeze as she stands there at the stove, and as he goes, he lays a hand briefly at her back--a warning, a notice, a hope to avoid some kind of collision.
Finding the bottles of wine he'd bought the day before, he looks them both over before making a selection and opening it up, setting the bottle and a pair of glasses out on the coffee table next to the gift bag he'd brought.