[Waiting had been actually easy. He'd finished up his job of, well, pretending to take a nap, then went down to the Down to get to the warehouse and check on a stash of Jack he had gotten a while back.
He's already poured himself two fingers of the whiskey as he fiddles with the gadget idly as he waits, the only thing worth looking at with the severe lack of interesting magazines laying around in this place.
He's not entirely sure what he's going to talk about, though. Hell, he'd been careful all those years, his own set of family issues and demonic binds and bonds going through him giving him a generally good array of reasons why he should keep it in his pants.
But history seems to want to repeat itself and finishing it on silence sounded wrong to his mind and ears.
That and he had a gut feeling that Vanessa was not worth that kind of treatment.
So he gets up when the bell rings, buzzes her in.] Hey, first floor. Stairs at your left.
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He's already poured himself two fingers of the whiskey as he fiddles with the gadget idly as he waits, the only thing worth looking at with the severe lack of interesting magazines laying around in this place.
He's not entirely sure what he's going to talk about, though. Hell, he'd been careful all those years, his own set of family issues and demonic binds and bonds going through him giving him a generally good array of reasons why he should keep it in his pants.
But history seems to want to repeat itself and finishing it on silence sounded wrong to his mind and ears.
That and he had a gut feeling that Vanessa was not worth that kind of treatment.
So he gets up when the bell rings, buzzes her in.] Hey, first floor. Stairs at your left.