Stede is very obviously no stranger to finery, but he’s not had the chance to experience that much of it in Duplicity. He takes in the lobby with open curiosity, fingers lingering on the metal fillagree in the lift when they ride it up. No such detail is given to the things in the Down. It’s all very utilitarian.
Once they’re at the flat, he takes only a couple of steps inside before stopping, seemingly unsure of himself. This is suddenly strangely awkward. It’s like walking into a stranger’s home… except they aren’t strangers. But he also doesn’t have leave to just make himself comfortable either.
“It’s lovely,” is what he finally settles on to say. At least he means it. “How are you liking it?”
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Stede is very obviously no stranger to finery, but he’s not had the chance to experience that much of it in Duplicity. He takes in the lobby with open curiosity, fingers lingering on the metal fillagree in the lift when they ride it up. No such detail is given to the things in the Down. It’s all very utilitarian.
Once they’re at the flat, he takes only a couple of steps inside before stopping, seemingly unsure of himself. This is suddenly strangely awkward. It’s like walking into a stranger’s home… except they aren’t strangers. But he also doesn’t have leave to just make himself comfortable either.
“It’s lovely,” is what he finally settles on to say. At least he means it. “How are you liking it?”
God, now he's devolved into small talk.