[Part of Irahl's mind can't help but interpret Vincent's comment a certain way, (especially with how things tended to go in his previous imprisonment,) and wonders exactly where one would say the "pool game" had actually ended. And the rest of Irahl's brain works on bludgeoning all of that back into whatever mental corner he can find with a pointed and mortified fervor.
Even thinking about Vincent's comment in a way that doesn't make his entire being recoil is a lot right now. It's funny for a couple of seconds, but then it continues to exist as something that has been said out loud. They've officially addressed that anything from the pool game onward had happened at all, and there's no going back from that.
So, now that his glass has been safety returned to the floor and he can breathe again, Irahl retreats to the shelter of his bunk. He groans uncomfortably as he tries to find a settled place that doesn't hurt too badly. He wants to fall back on his usual defense mechanism of draping his arm over his eyes, but everything is far too banged-up for that.
He considers not answering Vincent at all, but leaving an awkward silence feels like a much worse option.]
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Even thinking about Vincent's comment in a way that doesn't make his entire being recoil is a lot right now. It's funny for a couple of seconds, but then it continues to exist as something that has been said out loud. They've officially addressed that anything from the pool game onward had happened at all, and there's no going back from that.
So, now that his glass has been safety returned to the floor and he can breathe again, Irahl retreats to the shelter of his bunk. He groans uncomfortably as he tries to find a settled place that doesn't hurt too badly. He wants to fall back on his usual defense mechanism of draping his arm over his eyes, but everything is far too banged-up for that.
He considers not answering Vincent at all, but leaving an awkward silence feels like a much worse option.]
Dunno. Don't think pool is my thing.