It’s... Very rude of this place. That it can drag forth truths and uncover things with somehow even less delicacy and grace than my inspector in an interrogation room. I know it might not be on purpose but... there are things that should be safe from that. We all deserve our privacy.
[He gestures to a chair, it’s a comfortable arm chair in front of his desk. His office is still sparsely furnished, but it has the basics. Chairs for clients to sit in, bookshelves lining the walls for file folders and whatever books he had begun to collect since arriving.]
Makes you wonder if it’s worth trying to hold onto secrets at all if they’re going to be pulled out for the world to view anyway...
[He sighs, tonight was by far the worst... But there was so much he didn’t want the world to see. He doesn’t like to be known, he’s worked so hard to paint a picture of... normalcy that the prospects of people seeing where he’s been in life without him having any control over it is terrifying.]
Oh— Yes, I do have glasses. That’s about all I’ve got, though. I’m still uh... working on getting everything sorted.
[Right now it’s set up for work, and not necessarily for entertaining company. He’d like to make the space a little more comfortable, if only for the fact that he intends to spend a lot of time here. Llewellyn moves over to a bookshelf, sliding a few things around before returning with a couple of glasses. He eye’d the bottle with interest. Alcohol was definitely called for tonight.]
no subject
[He gestures to a chair, it’s a comfortable arm chair in front of his desk. His office is still sparsely furnished, but it has the basics. Chairs for clients to sit in, bookshelves lining the walls for file folders and whatever books he had begun to collect since arriving.]
Makes you wonder if it’s worth trying to hold onto secrets at all if they’re going to be pulled out for the world to view anyway...
[He sighs, tonight was by far the worst... But there was so much he didn’t want the world to see. He doesn’t like to be known, he’s worked so hard to paint a picture of... normalcy that the prospects of people seeing where he’s been in life without him having any control over it is terrifying.]
Oh— Yes, I do have glasses. That’s about all I’ve got, though. I’m still uh... working on getting everything sorted.
[Right now it’s set up for work, and not necessarily for entertaining company. He’d like to make the space a little more comfortable, if only for the fact that he intends to spend a lot of time here. Llewellyn moves over to a bookshelf, sliding a few things around before returning with a couple of glasses. He eye’d the bottle with interest. Alcohol was definitely called for tonight.]