[He pours two glasses as Fate settles in, bringing them over and blinking at the news.]
I'm sorry for your loss, Fate.
[Anders' voice is gentle. Fate knows full well that there's no love lost between Anders and Nerva, but he can still feel for what pain Fate must be feeling. The glasses get set down before he takes his own seat.]
Would you like to talk about it?
[He thinks the answer is more than likely no, but that doesn't mean he can't offer to listen.]
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I'm sorry for your loss, Fate.
[Anders' voice is gentle. Fate knows full well that there's no love lost between Anders and Nerva, but he can still feel for what pain Fate must be feeling. The glasses get set down before he takes his own seat.]
Would you like to talk about it?
[He thinks the answer is more than likely no, but that doesn't mean he can't offer to listen.]