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Family being what it is, dinner at All Saints can in some respects be something of a minor event. Not enough of one that Bellamy would properly call it 'going out', but it's not the same as quiet dinner in at the flat, either - long interrogations over the table and reacquainting himself with things he meant to pick out of his room here and entertaining himself around the house between the inevitable private conversations that take up most of the evening.
"Hello, this is where you got to." Like this one he's about to have with Cypra, yes; he smiles amiably at his little sister from the door, left ajar, of the games room. He's been quiet (even accounting for his habits) all evening, and while there's nothing in him to suggest he's agitated or upset (is there ever?), a pretty clear air of distraction hasn't made it seem likely he'd seek anyone out off his own back. Not with any more effort than it took to show up for dinner in the first place.
Still. Here he is, wine glass in hand and a bottle along to generously refill Cypra's if she'd like.
"Hello, this is where you got to." Like this one he's about to have with Cypra, yes; he smiles amiably at his little sister from the door, left ajar, of the games room. He's been quiet (even accounting for his habits) all evening, and while there's nothing in him to suggest he's agitated or upset (is there ever?), a pretty clear air of distraction hasn't made it seem likely he'd seek anyone out off his own back. Not with any more effort than it took to show up for dinner in the first place.
Still. Here he is, wine glass in hand and a bottle along to generously refill Cypra's if she'd like.
