"Well." Weyoun presses his lips into a thin line; he looks rather pointedly disapproving. "I'm surprised Mr. Sullivan let him live to tell the tale."
He awkwardly folds his hands in his lap, because he's otherwise not really sure what to do with himself. "I don't really do vacations, no." He knows of the concept, but... that's about it. "I don't know, it is kind of..." He pulls a face like even he can't quite say it. "...Quaint." The sad thing is he really doesn't have anywhere else to go, but he's not about to admit that.
After a moment a realization dawns on him. He smiles again, in a slightly puckish manner. "Since when do you call him Walter?"
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on 2013-07-26 03:53 am (UTC)He awkwardly folds his hands in his lap, because he's otherwise not really sure what to do with himself. "I don't really do vacations, no." He knows of the concept, but... that's about it. "I don't know, it is kind of..." He pulls a face like even he can't quite say it. "...Quaint." The sad thing is he really doesn't have anywhere else to go, but he's not about to admit that.
After a moment a realization dawns on him. He smiles again, in a slightly puckish manner. "Since when do you call him Walter?"