In Due Course

[Sören]

He'd spent half his life travelling from one place another, in varying states of comfort or discomfort, and accepted the bad as easily as the good. Most of the time his wanderings were ignited by a need strong enough to tunnel out those extra details; he'd hike through desert plains bare-backed if he gained something worthy at the end of it, and never even think to complain of skin peeling red-raw. "Slept for most of it."
He accepted the scotch, swirled it absently. "And I'm not complaining."


Sören shrugged off his coat, dropping it over the back of the chair that currently housed his bag. His lips hitched up into a smile; Declan might guess the answer. Sören was not a creature of comfort, but a slave to the pursuit of knowledge. He'd find no enjoyment in the soothing heat of a hot shower before his curiosity had been sated. He walked the path of vagabond as comfortably as the slick suits of Custody elite anyway; the grime of travel was less an irritant to him than impatience. "No. We plan first. Have you learned anything new?"
He claimed a chair, sliding his Wallet out from his pocket before he sat and setting the slim piece of tech on the arm.