[ Not gone into space? That sounds like some kinda joke, it's been.. what, centuries since all the early exploratory shit? Cain's smile remains in place, sharp as a fishhook...
... but his hand is easily moved by the smaller, slimmer one around his wrist. He drops it down to his side. Something passes across his face, a ripple of... something more subtle than disappointment. The look of someone who's had all their own grim expectations fulfilled, maybe.
He reached for his drink, knocked back the rest. Slid the glass down the bar toward the bartender, making a quick, cutting motion. 'No more'. The leather of his jacket shifted as he changed his grip slightly. ]
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... but his hand is easily moved by the smaller, slimmer one around his wrist. He drops it down to his side. Something passes across his face, a ripple of... something more subtle than disappointment. The look of someone who's had all their own grim expectations fulfilled, maybe.
He reached for his drink, knocked back the rest. Slid the glass down the bar toward the bartender, making a quick, cutting motion. 'No more'. The leather of his jacket shifted as he changed his grip slightly. ]
I shouldn't have bothered, huh? That's fine.
See you around, Cujo.