They aren't the answers he wanted, even if they were the answers he expected. Not that it's Octavio's fault, or anyone else's as far as he knows, but it doesn't make it any easier to swallow. The lack of bullets was one thing, but getting shot was a voluntary thing on his part-- not that he missed it. That wasn't the part of the games he really enjoyed.
So he let himself just swing to the next conversation because it was pointless to keep harping on his worries. There weren't going to be answers, most people had made that obvious, even if he had a hard time accepting it. "Oh." He paused as he let out a long breath, furrowing his brows a bit. "What?" There's a lingering moment where he just stares, something that might have made things awkward if it weren't for the fact he looked like he was processing things rather than being offended.
"People keep mentioning that to me--" A little huff leaving his chest as he finally sat back, arms crossing as he pursed his lips. "Always in this kind of-- vague way." A hand lifts, waving the words off before his arms cross again, eyeing Octane like he might get some answers out of looking at him. "Through all this flowery language I'm really not sure about--
"It's sex, right? Fucking?" And maybe he says it a little too loud for a bar, but he doesn't seem concerned with it. "No one wants to just... come out and say it." He could see why, but if there was anyone he could ask about it, it'd be Octavio. He'd at least get a straight answer.
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So he let himself just swing to the next conversation because it was pointless to keep harping on his worries. There weren't going to be answers, most people had made that obvious, even if he had a hard time accepting it. "Oh." He paused as he let out a long breath, furrowing his brows a bit. "What?" There's a lingering moment where he just stares, something that might have made things awkward if it weren't for the fact he looked like he was processing things rather than being offended.
"People keep mentioning that to me--" A little huff leaving his chest as he finally sat back, arms crossing as he pursed his lips. "Always in this kind of-- vague way." A hand lifts, waving the words off before his arms cross again, eyeing Octane like he might get some answers out of looking at him. "Through all this flowery language I'm really not sure about--
"It's sex, right? Fucking?" And maybe he says it a little too loud for a bar, but he doesn't seem concerned with it. "No one wants to just... come out and say it." He could see why, but if there was anyone he could ask about it, it'd be Octavio. He'd at least get a straight answer.