[Reaper had only been there to get some information for Sombra, and expected for Shrike to show up because it was Hakim. Knew damn well what the man was up to there, and just who had been a thorn in his side for quite a while.
Solider: 76 turning up had been something that meant he'd have to step in rather than be in and out. Why not take the opportunity to prove that he had been looking for the man since Switzerland? Knew that he'd survived, but never acted despite the fact it was expected of him to take the both of them out.
At least he knew someone who'd been here for five years.] Need something in you other than whiskey, probably good for you- on her end? You were back at her hideout in Cairo. She's going back to you.
[Give him that much to hold on to at least.
This wasn't some time to drink and enjoy it, there was nothing to enjoy. Just drink and feel nothing for at least a little while before picking himself right back up. Some moment of weakness.]
I'm the one that always ends up that way in the end. [Why the hell not allow for feeling sorry for himself? After holding it together for the last few months, just... letting go for a night.
Snorting but, well. He wasn't going to argue, grabbing a few more bottles from that fridge before heading for the sitting room. Den. Whatever, he was going to just sit on the couch.]
Talking like I need to let you get drunker before I do.
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Date: 2019-08-09 06:04 am (UTC)Solider: 76 turning up had been something that meant he'd have to step in rather than be in and out. Why not take the opportunity to prove that he had been looking for the man since Switzerland? Knew that he'd survived, but never acted despite the fact it was expected of him to take the both of them out.
At least he knew someone who'd been here for five years.] Need something in you other than whiskey, probably good for you- on her end? You were back at her hideout in Cairo. She's going back to you.
[Give him that much to hold on to at least.
This wasn't some time to drink and enjoy it, there was nothing to enjoy. Just drink and feel nothing for at least a little while before picking himself right back up. Some moment of weakness.]
I'm the one that always ends up that way in the end. [Why the hell not allow for feeling sorry for himself? After holding it together for the last few months, just... letting go for a night.
Snorting but, well. He wasn't going to argue, grabbing a few more bottles from that fridge before heading for the sitting room. Den. Whatever, he was going to just sit on the couch.]
Talking like I need to let you get drunker before I do.