[ initially, there's no answer, nothing but the clomping of boots to what kovacs presumes is a guy that doesn't want to start a conversation. fine by him, really, and if this carries on without any dialogue, he isn't going to be disappointed, not if he's left to peacefully have his drink.
just as he's about to take a sip, he can just barely make out the man facing against the wall, his own brow raising at the asked question. ]
Because dreams usually turn out to be as fucked up as reality?
[ he doesn't know if it's a riddle or just rhetorical, but he isn't trying very hard to find a right answer, just settling for his own, lips pursing with a shrug. ]
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just as he's about to take a sip, he can just barely make out the man facing against the wall, his own brow raising at the asked question. ]
Because dreams usually turn out to be as fucked up as reality?
[ he doesn't know if it's a riddle or just rhetorical, but he isn't trying very hard to find a right answer, just settling for his own, lips pursing with a shrug. ]