[ He swirls the wine in the glass, looking over the red color. Like he cares about the shade, about the aroma. Breathing out a small sigh, he wishes he took small joys in this sort of small things. ]
And, is that so? I learn something new, then. [ Another small laugh. ] I think it is very unique. There are those that cannot love their own creation, after all. But that sort of depressing talk... it normally ruins wine, doesn't it? The flavor and taste of it?
[ He shrugs his shoulders weakly before taking a small sip. ] All the same, I wonder how you have been. [ A beat. ] I suppose that I'm concerned. In my own way.
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[ He swirls the wine in the glass, looking over the red color. Like he cares about the shade, about the aroma. Breathing out a small sigh, he wishes he took small joys in this sort of small things. ]
And, is that so? I learn something new, then. [ Another small laugh. ] I think it is very unique. There are those that cannot love their own creation, after all. But that sort of depressing talk... it normally ruins wine, doesn't it? The flavor and taste of it?
[ He shrugs his shoulders weakly before taking a small sip. ] All the same, I wonder how you have been. [ A beat. ] I suppose that I'm concerned. In my own way.