"You flatter me." He waves a hand, his smile faint as always. It could be interpreted as dismissal or embarrassment or a combination of both, or neither.
Ekkehardt really doesn't fit in much, but he's come here enough that the persistent floaters who frequent this place don't give him a second glance. People can excuse anything if you keep quiet and drink like there's nothing else on your mind, and he's very good at pretending there's nothing else on his mind.
Maybe people would expect wine from him, he thinks, but he asks for whiskey this time. He's slowly working his way through the drink list, mostly for entertainment value; he can't taste as well as he once could (not nearly as well), but he can distinguish them well enough for it to be interesting.
That smile is a clear reminder of something that makes Héctor happy, even if there's probably melancholy mixed in. But that's the way of things; reminiscing on what you can't get back, what you've missed, what you've lost. Taking happiness in what reminds you of those things, too.
"You're used to being around people. It shows." That display of genuine joy for something comfortable isn't familiar (it's not his way of displaying it), but it speaks to Héctor's personality that he is still readily capable of doing so. Ekkehardt can't help but smile himself, in a slight echo of that happiness.
"It's nice to have something that reminds you of happier times, isn't it?"
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Ekkehardt really doesn't fit in much, but he's come here enough that the persistent floaters who frequent this place don't give him a second glance. People can excuse anything if you keep quiet and drink like there's nothing else on your mind, and he's very good at pretending there's nothing else on his mind.
Maybe people would expect wine from him, he thinks, but he asks for whiskey this time. He's slowly working his way through the drink list, mostly for entertainment value; he can't taste as well as he once could (not nearly as well), but he can distinguish them well enough for it to be interesting.
That smile is a clear reminder of something that makes Héctor happy, even if there's probably melancholy mixed in. But that's the way of things; reminiscing on what you can't get back, what you've missed, what you've lost. Taking happiness in what reminds you of those things, too.
"You're used to being around people. It shows." That display of genuine joy for something comfortable isn't familiar (it's not his way of displaying it), but it speaks to Héctor's personality that he is still readily capable of doing so. Ekkehardt can't help but smile himself, in a slight echo of that happiness.
"It's nice to have something that reminds you of happier times, isn't it?"