preston rawlings, psychic accountant (ex_clerk820) wrote in rooms,
Re: Hotel: meet n' greet
[Preston's expression twisted slightly, as if in pain. He fucking hated being called Ash. It's so undeniably him, though. It's the best truth/lie he's got.]
None of us are big forces. We're all just people. I don't know how much we could help. [Preston's right hand came up toward his temple, like he wanted to massage a headache, but then he stopped himself and dropped his hand into his lap.
Preston raised his eyebrows at Steve's apology. Interesting.] That's nice of you. Thank you. [Preston knew how to accept apologies gracefully. He never grinds salt into the wound, but he waited to see if Steve wants to address it further, his expression open to the idea.]