VERTIGO . @CONSULTINGSISTER
❛ I remind you of someone you used to be madly in love with. ❜
Tricky subject, and one that is always met with the same phantom-like stoicism from the man in a mask of smoke. He looks at her like he knows she’s ready to bolt, come to her senses and realise the grave she’s dug for herself. Cee could make it over the balcony at Harald’s Bar before he’d wake up and drop his third joint of Durban Poison from between his teeth. Their food is late, and he’s wishing for his fried chicken burger to make an appearance so that he at least has something to hide behind, despite the nausea he’s gained from the blood-soaked day. For now, his cigarette does the job well enough, his features spliced by the blue deck lights, and half-eaten by cloud. Table Mountain looks in much the same state - he gave her the seat with the view.
“ --------------- We used to know each other, then? ”
That rolls off the tongue easily, and lights a tell-tale spark in his eye. Sincerity hurts, too often for the sad truth facing it. Quick to recover, and before he burns his knuckles, Brian is forced to stuff the remnants of his anchor in the ash tray to his right - he’d moved it from their table, as if for her sake, and now risks dropping ash on some mindless pedestrian below. “ If we’re playing psychiatrist, darling, you should know I prefer doctors and nurses. ” He doesn’t, but he’d rather a day without a punch to the gut, just for a change.
