*Cesar's eyes flicker his way at the cry, but it's easier to focus on the shotglass instead, and when it's downed he studies it as though there might be secrets hidden in the cheap glass.*
*He does feel better. He has more room to breath, now, and driving that cry from someone who's gone out of their way to cause so much pain has given him a vindictive curl of satisfaction that barely took the edge off of everything that's still pent up inside. It's not that he's a cruel person, or that he enjoys seeing people in pain. He doesn't. It was just... circumstantial.*
*Cesar rotates the shotglass back and forth, eyebrows low and back curved defensively. On impulse he waves for the bartender's attention, holding three fingers up and tapping his chin. Water. He should have some, shouldn't he?*
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Date: 2015-09-23 01:03 am (UTC)*He does feel better. He has more room to breath, now, and driving that cry from someone who's gone out of their way to cause so much pain has given him a vindictive curl of satisfaction that barely took the edge off of everything that's still pent up inside. It's not that he's a cruel person, or that he enjoys seeing people in pain. He doesn't. It was just... circumstantial.*
*Cesar rotates the shotglass back and forth, eyebrows low and back curved defensively. On impulse he waves for the bartender's attention, holding three fingers up and tapping his chin. Water. He should have some, shouldn't he?*