[ He takes it with a quiet nod, but doesn't drink. Rather, he holds the glass in his hands, cupped around it as if it's a sort of lifesaver. It's an awkward silence, one that Byakuran's not in any hurry to break, and he looks up at him.
He finally does, however awkwardly. It sounds ridiculous, really, given the context. ]
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He finally does, however awkwardly. It sounds ridiculous, really, given the context. ]
...How have you been, Uncle?