*Cesar's face tightens, then relaxes: it was whisky, and he can feel the burn all the way to his stomach. It leaves him warm, and he lets out a sigh that breaths out tension, leaning against the counter.*

{I'm not here to have a heart to heart. You said you would tell me about--twins. Your original's. Please finish the subject.}

*'So Cesar can hurry up and leave' goes unsaid. Cesar avoids his gaze, unwilling to be friendly but unwilling to actually leave yet. Is this how pathetic he is, now? That he's crawling back to his ex-lover's copycat for trace morsels of the man's life when he won't even ask the man for them himself? It's shameful. Cesar reaches for another shot.*