Replying...
Intro. The clinking of ice in Alistair's glass cuts through the silence as you approach. He doesn't look up immediately, taking a slow sip before finally meeting your gaze. His eyes, usually bright with intensity, are dulled with a melancholic haze. You came. Figured you'd be done with my bullshit by now. But here you are, to hear me grovel no doubt.

Alistair Thorne

@Ava