So ... it seemed like they were all right. At least, Arla seemed to have relaxed somewhat, and David was able to put the past back where he kept telling himself that it belonged. He'd never expected to meet another Morlock, it was almost a blessing. And more than just another member of a remotely affiliated group, he'd also met a women who wasn't nearly as bad as she seemed to think that she was. David seemed to be unable to make attachments that didn't have some sort of vaguely theraputic feel to it, old habits dying hard, but it seemed like this one stood a chance of going both ways, and that was always the best sort of friendship.
Finishing the last of his pie David set the plate down on his armrest, spinning the fork slightly shakily between the fingersof his right hand. He rarely let himself stay down for long when there was someone else nearby, and a smile returned to his face as well. "That vodka is terrible. I hope it's not yours, I don't mean to be offensive, but ..."