going steady + selby

[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]At Leroy’s request, the sawbone immediately went to fetch him something to drink. “Of course,” he said warmly, turning about. His first instinct was water. After all, to him, nothing was better than a cool glass of water after a long day. But, a second thought raced through his head just as he had grabbed a glass. Does he mean alcohol?

Selby looked back towards the resting general, unsure of what to do. ‘Something to drink’ was a euphemism, was it not? But what if he didn’t mean it like that? He didn’t want to assume. Was it too late to ask? Surely it was, he had already left. His desire to avoid any awkwardness with Leroy outweighed his generally forward nature. He swallowed uncomfortably, before eventually deciding to fill it up with water. Gut instincts were typically right, were they not?

He brings the glass over, setting it in front of him. “Here you are. Let me know if you’d like anything else.” His tone was pleasant and remained conversational, despite his uncertainty. “I’m sure things have gotten a lot more difficult since you’ve come back. Y’know, coming back from the dead and being made leader and all.”