Cole Winthrop (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} clearmoon) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
Cole shrugged, toying with Connor's lead. "Not much point me sitting here and saying 'Wow, Astrid, I don't know'. Even if I'm 100 per cent wrong about all of it, at least I gave you something to correct. Besides, you're immortal, but you're still younger than me!" It would be different trying to give advice to Bea. Which wasn't to say that Cole wouldn't; what he'd said about the uselessness of saying nothing still held. Frankly, in Astrid's position, Cole might've refused to hand in his cloak out of pure contrariness - at least for a little while. Given she was worrying about letting Freyja down, it didn't seem to be Astrid's motivation. When her story diverted off into something about a friend that she couldn't tell him, Cole huffed. "For right now, I'm going to assume that's not just an excuse." Mostly because he didn't think he had another long, complicated story about immortality and the supernatural and souls in him tonight. "Have you talked to them about needing to make a decision?"
Smirking back, Cole pointed out, "We both know I'll mock you relentlessly anyway." Mock wasn't really the right word, it was more giving people a hard time, usually with good motives. At least, for the people Cole actually liked, and Astrid was one of those.
"We are on very different wavelengths," he informed her. "You think being out of the game means I need something special, whereas I think being out of it means I need something absolutely meaningless that I can't fuck up and can't fuck me up too badly." Special was for other people. If Cole got a friend out of it, he considered that a one-night-stand well spent. "Okay, I'm going to go talk to Ash. How much you want to bet that she guilts me into a second song before I've even told her what my first one is?"