*pushes that aside for the time being, mostly because he doesn't understand it, plain and simple (life goes on)*
Seriously?
*doesn't smile back, though there's certainly nothing harsh or judgmental in his tone* You start asking real-life questions, Erestor, you might have to come up with some real-life answers, too. *pushes his plate aside and folds his arms on the tabletop* So have you thought up a good excuse for why you're not going? *softly (and can't you see the tiny scars across his hands and his throat and in shadowy places invisible to the eye?)* Or do you really just think I wouldn't understand?