[That's not an answer. And neither is that... hand... on his...
Expression freezing into something caught between surprise and a ton of belated realisations (about this entire conversation, from start to finish), he stares at Claude with something close to actual horror. He's so drunk, however, that it takes him several additional seconds to react, setting the whiskey glass on the table with a dull thud, hand shaking only slightly, thank you.]
Excuse me.
[And that's him, pushing his chair out. And away. Far, far away, managing by some miracle not to topple it over in the process.]
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Expression freezing into something caught between surprise and a ton of belated realisations (about this entire conversation, from start to finish), he stares at Claude with something close to actual horror. He's so drunk, however, that it takes him several additional seconds to react, setting the whiskey glass on the table with a dull thud, hand shaking only slightly, thank you.]
Excuse me.
[And that's him, pushing his chair out. And away. Far, far away, managing by some miracle not to topple it over in the process.]