[Isaac regards him in the half-dark a touch too long for a casual glance, as though waiting for something, the whites of his eyes gleaming dully. He blinks, finally, and slowly turns back.]
We shall see. [He answers, emotionless, skimming his hand over the bottle with a quiet reverence as though its smooth shape is an extension of Hector's body. When the light goes out and the bedroom blackens, he has already made his choice as to whether to stay and obnoxiously monopolize the bed or leave; he eases off the mattress and takes the wine with him, a little unsteady on his feet but as determined to see his way out on his own as he came in, a wisp of firelight leading him to echo chamber his tower has become. It's quieter tonight, for once. And for just long enough for him to sink into his own furred bed, where a mercifully dreamless sleep is waiting.]
no subject
We shall see. [He answers, emotionless, skimming his hand over the bottle with a quiet reverence as though its smooth shape is an extension of Hector's body. When the light goes out and the bedroom blackens, he has already made his choice as to whether to stay and obnoxiously monopolize the bed or leave; he eases off the mattress and takes the wine with him, a little unsteady on his feet but as determined to see his way out on his own as he came in, a wisp of firelight leading him to echo chamber his tower has become. It's quieter tonight, for once. And for just long enough for him to sink into his own furred bed, where a mercifully dreamless sleep is waiting.]