That's Quinn and Bax, all right. Quinn with the backhanded sniping but still relaxed, keeping the mood light and easy. In a lot of ways he's always been the keel of their group. Always keeping things in mind. Always watching. Touchy sometimes, maybe, but he settles them and draws them together with comments as sharp as Alvo's.
And then Bax, steady with his family. He's maybe the most changed, and the least. It's strange seeing him tonight and thinking father, businessman. And not just thinking, but seeing. He looks...older. Not old, but an adult. Sometimes Woody still sees a spotty teen when he looks at Alvo, at Rick -- not so much at Quinn but when he was a spotty teen he already looked like an adult -- but Bax has changed.
Grown up. Like everyone else.
Still. "Not as bad as all that, is it?" Woody fiddles with his glass, drags a finger around the rim and watches Alvo curiously from under his eyebrows. "You must have mates there, yeah?"
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Date: 2012-03-22 03:56 am (UTC)And then Bax, steady with his family. He's maybe the most changed, and the least. It's strange seeing him tonight and thinking father, businessman. And not just thinking, but seeing. He looks...older. Not old, but an adult. Sometimes Woody still sees a spotty teen when he looks at Alvo, at Rick -- not so much at Quinn but when he was a spotty teen he already looked like an adult -- but Bax has changed.
Grown up. Like everyone else.
Still. "Not as bad as all that, is it?" Woody fiddles with his glass, drags a finger around the rim and watches Alvo curiously from under his eyebrows. "You must have mates there, yeah?"