[The cups in the bar always did provide solace for many a frustrated and weary soul, even if the overlying details differed from person to person. Barnaby had abandoned his notes for the time being and was having another cold one after...he didn't remember how many he had that night.
He glanced up at the man when he heard the question, but it took a moment for the meaning to sink in. His only reply was a tired smile.]
It's not like it's taken.
[Words. He didn't mind the idea of company. Anonymous company in an anonymous bar where no one cared about his thoughts or his career or just how well he was actually doing was exactly what he was looking for.]
action;
He glanced up at the man when he heard the question, but it took a moment for the meaning to sink in. His only reply was a tired smile.]
It's not like it's taken.
[Words. He didn't mind the idea of company. Anonymous company in an anonymous bar where no one cared about his thoughts or his career or just how well he was actually doing was exactly what he was looking for.]