He only needed to glance at his bartender - ever attentive when he was around - to get his attention, and a couple of hushed words and a couple of minutes later, a glass of Riesling was put in front of her. And then he realized that if he was going to make it through tonight, he probably needed something stronger than coffee. Old habits glimmered as he lightly touched the bartender's arm, just as he was about to walk away. And he asked for the bottle and another glass. Simple as that.
When the envelope appeared, he briefly hesitated and found himself looking into her wonderfully deep eyes. Pictures of his son and it was alright? It was almost amazing how much the years could have made him forget, the way she'd made him feel. Normal. And now they were both far from home and he felt like a complete stranger in this newly acquired skin ... and here she was, making him feel normal all over again. With just the lightest touch, he drew the envelope closer to him.
He wasn't even supposed to have them, but technically, he wasn't even supposed to talk to Dani either. Throwing some more caution to the wind was perhaps the right thing to do. But when the pictures were revealed, all he could do was stare at the little boy in them. Pushing other emotions firmly aside, he managed a chuckle. "We made that handsome little fucker? How on earth did we do that?"