As good as can be expected. And busy—busy busy busy. All the time, these days.
[ Which in Rhys's defense could be considered a standard if self-deprecating response to the question. Particularly as there isn't much gravitas to the way Royce says it at all, which has most to do with the fact that he's busily assessing just how to properly respond to the unexpectedly glowing smile Rhys Kendry has turned on him.
He has to admit: it's a little unexpected. Here, of all places, and in light of...
Well, everything.
But it's admirable. It is admirable. ]
At least you've managed to keep yourself above water this time.
[ The lights in what passes for the ship's ballroom have lowered to something more atmospheric now that the dinner hour has passed, music shifting from ambient and sophisticated to a strange melange of ambient and sophisticated and songs that were popular ten to fifteen years ago. Political gatherings at their finest. Royce pulls a face at the first measures of an oldish ballad from beyond the Quad and takes a drink quite happily.
Royce doesn't get to look many people in the eye without looking down. Doesn't look many people in the eye at all, really, but. Well. Rhys has been a pleasant enough exception to that rule in the past. ]
That does remind me, though: I did manage to look into, well, a few things for you. Did a little homework. Exactly what you'd expect, that is, if you... still...
[ It is surprisingly difficult, Royce ponders, to know what to say to a man you've drunkenly kissed at a previous point in time. Or at least how to say it. ]
no subject
[ Which in Rhys's defense could be considered a standard if self-deprecating response to the question. Particularly as there isn't much gravitas to the way Royce says it at all, which has most to do with the fact that he's busily assessing just how to properly respond to the unexpectedly glowing smile Rhys Kendry has turned on him.
He has to admit: it's a little unexpected. Here, of all places, and in light of...
Well, everything.
But it's admirable. It is admirable. ]
At least you've managed to keep yourself above water this time.
[ The lights in what passes for the ship's ballroom have lowered to something more atmospheric now that the dinner hour has passed, music shifting from ambient and sophisticated to a strange melange of ambient and sophisticated and songs that were popular ten to fifteen years ago. Political gatherings at their finest. Royce pulls a face at the first measures of an oldish ballad from beyond the Quad and takes a drink quite happily.
Royce doesn't get to look many people in the eye without looking down. Doesn't look many people in the eye at all, really, but. Well. Rhys has been a pleasant enough exception to that rule in the past. ]
That does remind me, though: I did manage to look into, well, a few things for you. Did a little homework. Exactly what you'd expect, that is, if you... still...
[ It is surprisingly difficult, Royce ponders, to know what to say to a man you've drunkenly kissed at a previous point in time. Or at least how to say it. ]
Want it.
[ Hmmm. ]