"Well," it was sing-song, eyes deliberately averted in the wake of Liam's attention.
"Better to realize you're alone sooner than later." If experience weighed those words, it wasn't apparent. Similar to the statement that issued it, Trystan's recant was airy, noncommittal -- begging a cease of any elaborations. Another drag and flick of the cigarette saw the whore collapsed back, staring skyward with the lazy trail of smoke. His arms landed above his head, fingers latched lazily around a filter that was burning short.