[Ilya's hitting the joe again, what a surprise. Not like he ever gets anything else. I worry for his health, naturally - should the laws of science someday suddenly reassert themselves, I wouldn't want him to wind up a spectre like me. Still, it's his life, his decisions; all I can hope for is to influence him for the better, just a little bit.
Some days I almost see myself as his guardian angel. He'd punch my lights out if he knew.
I slip onto the stool beside him, leaning close to be heard over the din of the bar.] Hello there Ilya. Not partaking in your usual brew?
probably fail.
Some days I almost see myself as his guardian angel. He'd punch my lights out if he knew.
I slip onto the stool beside him, leaning close to be heard over the din of the bar.] Hello there Ilya. Not partaking in your usual brew?