[It's relieving to see that Zahliya has healed up, and that his clothes have been patched together. It's a far cry from the beaten up gargoyle that had all but manifested on Luca's doorstep. Not that it keeps him from performing a cursory visual examination the second Zahliya gets just that little bit closer.]
Hello yourself. [He crosses his arms over his chest, eyes darting about as he finishes his "work," before flicking back up to meet his eyes.] You look better. I am glad to see it.
[And maybe Luca might have left it at that, if he weren't an idiot. He has no way of knowing just how close they'd gotten physically, but there's no denying that something has been stirring within his chest. Which is why, in his foolish, sentimental state, he'd been a bit... busy.]
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Hello yourself. [He crosses his arms over his chest, eyes darting about as he finishes his "work," before flicking back up to meet his eyes.] You look better. I am glad to see it.
[And maybe Luca might have left it at that, if he weren't an idiot. He has no way of knowing just how close they'd gotten physically, but there's no denying that something has been stirring within his chest. Which is why, in his foolish, sentimental state, he'd been a bit... busy.]
I made you something. Come.
[He starts walking back toward the bar.]