[...Well, this is awkward. Gangrel had planned on avoiding Kimbley for the majority of the week, if only because he can recognize that he's the last person anyone would want to talk to after going through all that bullshit in the trial. Sure, he's curious about Kimbley's... everything, honestly, but even he has the sense to know that you leave people alone after they lose two friends and one of them tried to stab you in the back a lot. So. Finding Kimbley in the bar isn't exactly expected and he lingers in the doorway for a moment like he can't decide whether he should leave or not.
But he did come here to get a drink, so what the hell.]
You're not going to take the edge off like that, you know.
[It's a flippant comment, like everything he says, but he's not focusing on Kimbley and instead makes his way back to study the alcohol.]
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But he did come here to get a drink, so what the hell.]
You're not going to take the edge off like that, you know.
[It's a flippant comment, like everything he says, but he's not focusing on Kimbley and instead makes his way back to study the alcohol.]