[ Hector's going quite slow, all things considered... Things have been pretty bad. Worse, now that he's being made to work against his will. Then again, he'd just be wasting away at the club, drinking his good buddy into the red. So maybe this is better, but. eh.

Hector hums as he refills his glass, turning back to look at Elm as he finishes speaking. He catches that glance. He acknowledges it but doesn't protest? Good. He leans forward just a touch, making it gayer. ]

You and me both. [ He says this with a little chuckle in his voice. He tilts his glass towards Elm--the quiet heave in his demeanor, and the way he spoke of the fairies and his attitude towards the storm? It's familiar, somehow. ]

I'm kind of disappointed I didn't run into you sooner. I feel like we've got more in common than either of us think.

[ Or he's just drunkenly hitting on a good-looking man, who knows. ]