[ His frown deepens a little more as he considers his answer. ]
Not as much as it should.
[ Because, yes, in life, he was used to moving from place to place, struck by an insistent sense of wanderlust. The need to keep himself from settling, growing roots and getting stuck.
Now, though, that need isn't quite so keen, doesn't jab into his gut like a pair of spurs.
In all likelihood, that need to keep moving wasn't so much a desire to explore as it was a desire to run. To keep his troubles at a distance as he wreathed himself in a whiskey fog. He had fewer things to run from, now, being six feet under.
He lifts his gaze up to her, eyebrow quirking as he puts on a bit of a smirk. ]
Careful, there. You're startin' to sound like you're tryin' to get rid'a' me.
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Not as much as it should.
[ Because, yes, in life, he was used to moving from place to place, struck by an insistent sense of wanderlust. The need to keep himself from settling, growing roots and getting stuck.
Now, though, that need isn't quite so keen, doesn't jab into his gut like a pair of spurs.
In all likelihood, that need to keep moving wasn't so much a desire to explore as it was a desire to run. To keep his troubles at a distance as he wreathed himself in a whiskey fog. He had fewer things to run from, now, being six feet under.
He lifts his gaze up to her, eyebrow quirking as he puts on a bit of a smirk. ]
Careful, there. You're startin' to sound like you're tryin' to get rid'a' me.