Will looked around the room with interest. It reminded him of the haunted house ride at Disneyland. He and Much had managed to break in once, not for long, but it had been kinda wild being in the empty park for a bit.
"Yeah- wait, did you say absinthe?" he asked. "How very fitting. I'll have whatever you're having." He sat down on one of the couches with a soft breath, glad he'd been able to disguise his limp enough. Maybe he should've brought the cane tonight. It would've fit with the aesthetic. And the lighting helped too.
He didn't want to ask her how her new life was treating her. He didn't want to know how happy she was to be back in her master's bed. He didn't want to dredge up apologies and have to rehash all the shit old stuff.