Occupying the comfortable seat where he once was stationed, Kasumi got herself comfortable before crossing one leg over the other. “You’ve began to drink more? That’s never a good sign. I suppose I should say sorry in the case my sudden absence is what may have lead to it. If not, I still am sorry.” Upon asking about herself it was hard not to lie; things had been hard, life was a struggle. Watching everything from afar after so much progress in her life it felt as if everything went back to square one. And essentially, it did. “At least you’ve been kept busy. Another information broker found me, had to go away for awhile. Managed to shift them from my direction to a poor Volus. Stopped drinking as a whole, been a bit restless nowadays. It was a close call, y’know?”
"Hmm.." his throated rumbled in thought, as he leaned up against a desk absentmindedly. "No need to apologize. I've made many new friends in my bar forays. I'm not an alcoholic or anything." He shrugged, bringing a hand up to scratch his cheek.
Feron didn't want her to feel sorry for him, that much he knew. Other than that, any feelings of discomfort or sadness had been tucked away, cleanly sealed within memory, only resurfacing when prompted. Which was never.
"Ah I see. Close calls are unsavory at the best of times. Especially for someone like you," he offered, tilting his head. He thought for a moment before continuing. "How long are you staying?"
