Re: [Hall Way: Delyth & Patrick]
Patrick was a polite dude. Con had been big on instilling him with manners, so he let the woman decide whether to continue the conversation. He stood there, door open, and a easy grin on his face that said he was most accustomed to social interaction. Once, the dude had been the most social of men. He'd attended any party being held in the small town of Repose, but these days he spent most of his time in the woods.
Still, the dude loved his town (in spite of its many and varied oddities), and he knew most everyone by sight, if not by name. This was also something he attributed to Con, who had known every family in town, somehow, and who had seemed to him like the glue that held Repose together.
But he digressed.
He stepped outside when she did; he could return to the store once they were done speaking. "Right. I remember your mom," he told her. Patrick was absolutely a product of Repose. He had grown from a child to a lanky teen while running up and down the shops of Main, and the dude still believed in simpler things and simpler times. "My sis managed the B&B until this past year," he explained, an attempt at a memory jog. It was a much better reminder than to say his father had been that insane, megalomaniac scientist who bedded every woman in town he could manage to seduce.
Here, he held out a hand to shake (should she wish to). "Patrick Gunster."