"Ugh, that'd be fantastic, honestly. Maybe we'll make an afternoon of it. Do you still eat food for fun? I could make lunch." It feels hilarious, as if the casualness between the two of them and what they are is a strange punchline, but it's the little things in life.
He does catch the stumble, and almost lets it slide - almost. Being found by Martin is a whole issue in and of itself, and not one he cares to linger on, after the days he's had. (The lack of lingering probably speaks volumes all on its own.)
"I did! We, ah. Talked for a bit, had a dinner with Neil and I. It was alright."
It was less-than-alright, unfortunately. But he's got his attention set elsewhere now.
"...I've got to ask, Daisy. Every opportunity you've had, you've side-stepped telling me about the last time we saw each other before you started dealing with the chain of assorted bullshit you've told me about," He starts, slow, and clearly very suspicious. "I don't want to make you tell me anything, you know as much, but--- well. I can't help but wonder about it."
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He does catch the stumble, and almost lets it slide - almost. Being found by Martin is a whole issue in and of itself, and not one he cares to linger on, after the days he's had. (The lack of lingering probably speaks volumes all on its own.)
"I did! We, ah. Talked for a bit, had a dinner with Neil and I. It was alright."
It was less-than-alright, unfortunately. But he's got his attention set elsewhere now.
"...I've got to ask, Daisy. Every opportunity you've had, you've side-stepped telling me about the last time we saw each other before you started dealing with the chain of assorted bullshit you've told me about," He starts, slow, and clearly very suspicious. "I don't want to make you tell me anything, you know as much, but--- well. I can't help but wonder about it."