"You have no idea." Weyoun laughs quietly. "The more time I spend around him, the more... him he is." That doesn't make a whole lot of sense but he is very, very tired, and only looking forward to more exhaustion.
"Good." He settles into his place and finds that drink of his; he's not entirely sure what it is he grabbed, actually. For all he knows it's paint thinner but why not give it a try, right? He takes a goodish gulp of it.
...And immediately pulls a face. It might actually be paint thinner. SULLIVAN. Sighing, he pockets the flask again and instead focuses on petting Spot now that she's padded over for more attention.
In all honesty, Weyoun's rather glad for the company, especially company that doesn't want or expect him to be entirely on point and in control of the situation. Or looks at him as quite the giant annoyance Sullivan does; not that he blames him, the general dislike is fairly mutual.
So Weyoun will sit here for as long as it is actually possible from him to, hours and hours into the night likely with the quiet and slightly awkward presence of Mister Soong. It's not a bad way to spend a night, really. Mostly just staring off blankly at the city and not really bothering each other for the rest of the night.
...Or, as Sullivan was likely to put it once he finds out, 'fucking all night.' Sullivan.
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4/7/13 03:11 (UTC)"Good." He settles into his place and finds that drink of his; he's not entirely sure what it is he grabbed, actually. For all he knows it's paint thinner but why not give it a try, right? He takes a goodish gulp of it.
...And immediately pulls a face. It might actually be paint thinner. SULLIVAN. Sighing, he pockets the flask again and instead focuses on petting Spot now that she's padded over for more attention.
In all honesty, Weyoun's rather glad for the company, especially company that doesn't want or expect him to be entirely on point and in control of the situation. Or looks at him as quite the giant annoyance Sullivan does; not that he blames him, the general dislike is fairly mutual.
So Weyoun will sit here for as long as it is actually possible from him to, hours and hours into the night likely with the quiet and slightly awkward presence of Mister Soong. It's not a bad way to spend a night, really. Mostly just staring off blankly at the city and not really bothering each other for the rest of the night.
...Or, as Sullivan was likely to put it once he finds out, 'fucking all night.' Sullivan.