Vogg, despite being there and drinking his beer, had not really been paying attention to his surroundings. Instead, he’d been staring into space thinking about more he could have said to his daughter, things he could have asked her. Vogg had always been a man who lived with little regret; while he thought there was things he would change if he could, he stood by his choices, and he understood wholeheartedly why he’d made them. He tensed when he felt the sudden weight of someone next to him.
He could only bring himself to nod when Bee passed him a new drink, and bubble of anger surging inside of him, tempting him to flip the table where they sat just for the satisfaction of seeing everything topple and break. This had nothing to do with the girl next to him of course, but the crushing weight of reality that she’d brought with her. After a moment, his eyes darted over to her.
“Me too.” He said finally. His voice was heavier, thicker from a few coats of beer and a lack of use for the last several hours. He knew he should say something, that he should press the conversation forward, as was polite in this situations, but found he had nothing to say. “Thank you.” He said after another moment, tapping the side of his pint.