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Viola Kirke (giventohel) wrote in paxletalelogs,

"Thank you for that, Adam. Truly." Every word she uttered was imbued with the warmth of friendly affection. It was almost startling to Viola how swiftly she had grown to count this man among the people of whom's opinion she most respected when she had only known him for a handful of months. She had always trusted careful consideration over instinctual emotion, but while her impression of him had not been built without reason as Adam had often given her clear examples of his intelligence and forethought, Viola felt as if she would be lying to herself had she not admitted the influence of of a more unconscious force. She was comfortable around Adam, and in that same inexplicable fashion upon which her faith in his competency had been founded, she felt as though she had known him for the better part of her life. At best, she could only think to label it as the "intuition" that her sister so often credited for (or in Viola's opinion more accurately used to justify) her more impulsive choices.

Her own laughter with its lightness of low notes soon joined his as she glanced briefly around the room. Though several new people had joined them there in the lobby, their figures darker silhouettes against the hazy backdrop of shadows, the room was alive with nothing more than conversation. "Nevertheless I am glad your theory hasn't been put to the test tonight," she said. "To be honest, I'm a little surprised there isn't at least one resident here throwing a tantrum about the lack of responsiveness, or alternatively, someone working themselves up with unnecessary fretting."