Weyoun dismisses that with a wave. It is really early, she's right, but he can hardly say he just couldn't deal with his life in general anymore. So instead he focuses on this scar situation. "Oh, dear. I see." He doesn't sound all that surprised, just vaguely dismayed.
He politely steps in a looks around a little. He finds the Victor houses remind him vaguely of overly large mausoleums from the outside, but it's a lot less... morbid inside, especially with someone living in it. "Enjoying your new house? And - ah, seen Mr. Sullivan lately?"
He rather hopes Sullivan hasn't gone and crawled back into a bottle entirely. Again.
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on 2013-07-26 01:40 am (UTC)He politely steps in a looks around a little. He finds the Victor houses remind him vaguely of overly large mausoleums from the outside, but it's a lot less... morbid inside, especially with someone living in it. "Enjoying your new house? And - ah, seen Mr. Sullivan lately?"
He rather hopes Sullivan hasn't gone and crawled back into a bottle entirely. Again.