[ Qrow’s tone is apologetic, even though the waitress was the person who spilled the syrup. Gerry registers that too. He’s getting the sense that something isn’t quite right here. Something isn’t normal.
Gerry takes his own napkin off his lap and dips it into his cup of water, then begins wiping down the syrup that’s spilled closest to him. He joins Qrow in waving off the waitress. ]
We’ve got it from here, thanks.
[ The waitress is all too happy to leave. Gerry barely notices, though — he’s still too busy looking at Qrow. Slowly, as if he’s testing something out: ]
no subject
[ Qrow’s tone is apologetic, even though the waitress was the person who spilled the syrup. Gerry registers that too. He’s getting the sense that something isn’t quite right here. Something isn’t normal.
Gerry takes his own napkin off his lap and dips it into his cup of water, then begins wiping down the syrup that’s spilled closest to him. He joins Qrow in waving off the waitress. ]
We’ve got it from here, thanks.
[ The waitress is all too happy to leave. Gerry barely notices, though — he’s still too busy looking at Qrow. Slowly, as if he’s testing something out: ]
Was that...you?
[ Gerry doesn’t sound judgmental, just puzzled. ]