*thinking she's been caught* I'm sorry, it's just...I feel like maybe we know each other? But I can't remember having met you before. I'd definitely remember that.
*pushes out another chair at her table with her foot and nods from you to it*
*pales slightly* Oh, yes. Curvo and I...were married just a few weeks ago. *does not provide any of the more sordid details* But it looks as though it's destined to be short-lived. Unfortunately? *holds up her paperwork and laughs humorlessly*
*laughs* You don't have to act so surprised. None of it was remotely planned. We're both impulsive people on our best days and...it wasn't one of our best days.
*thinks you're sort of cute when you're disapproving of everything she represents*
*somewhat resignedly, fanning the edge of the stack of papers with his thumb* Somehow, my brothers do manage to surprise me. If it were me I'd see the situation rather differently, I suppose.
*takes a sip of his coffee, looking at the table* He'd hardly mentioned his son was in town, also, but then perhaps he didn't know, either. *gives absolutely no indication or hint that he knows any more about the situation than that*
*looks up at you quickly, as if trying to discern how much you know* Maybe he didn't, at the time. He does now, at any rate. But you know as well as I do there's no point in trying to get Curvo to be civil with the poor boy.
*sighs, deciding she really doesn't care how you take her words now that there's no father around to shame her into keeping quiet* And damned if I know what to say about it. I imagine said poor boy loathes me nearly as much.
Unfortunately, no. And I'm not convinced it's the better for either of them.
*takes a moment to process what your admission means* *acknowledges it with a tilt of his head* You haven't spoken to him either, then? *reassesses* I confess when I saw you only just after him...
No, it's not. *regretfully* Curvo is so infuriating. I don't know why I ever— *cuts herself off before she can go too far down that road*
*tentatively* I saw him once. *after another pause* A couple weeks ago. *just now hearing the rest of what you said* But you saw him? Just now, you mean? *her tone betraying her interest* Is he somewhere nearby?
*doesn't see any point in you finishing that thought, to be honest*
*also doesn't see any reason why a mother shouldn't know where her son is, after a moment's thought* Just at the Health Centre as a matter of fact. I believe we were looking for the same person.
Oh...! *absently* Maybe I ought to— *taps her fingernail on the side of her cup* —no. That'd be too pushy. *not specifically asking you* Is it pushy if I just want to look at him?
*shoots you a very insecure somewhat baleful look* I'm not as bad as all that, you know.
*hasn't forgotten that you represent someone new and interesting she's only heard stories of thus far* *curiously* You and your brothers seem to have made a habit of taking your leisure in the one place where you appear on all the Most Wanted lists. I wouldn't peg you as the type, from what the books say.
*frowns just slightly* Why would it be pushy of you to want to see your child?
*only a little avoidant* As I said. If it were up to me, things between you would have been handled... differently.
*raises an eyebrow pensively* Fair enough point. My brothers do like to throw caution more than slightly to the wind in these situations. :\ As for me, for some people some times it's worth the effort. *half-smile* But if I'm being followed, it would be plain to any eyes I've been no disturbance.
*matter-of-factly* Well, if he wants nothing to do with me, I certainly don't want to force him.
If it were up to me, things between you would have been handled... differently.
*looks rather grateful for that remark*
it would be plain to any eyes I've been no disturbance
*laughs and toasts you with her coffee cup* I don't think that would matter much to Thingol, somehow. Having met the man, I can tell he doesn't put much stock in things culpability or due process.
*has no wish to make his day more complicated with arrests or questionings* Well, I've done what I came here to do. I suppose I best not overstay my welcome. *tucks a few bills underneath his saucer*
*looks you in the eye* Give your son my best, should you see him.