He'd taken this posture with me at various points throughout our raiding career together, most notably when I neared the line of inappropriateness. Blain kept to an affable demeanor, but paused ever-so-slightly on words where it was appropriate for the listener to take a hint. It was subtle, barely enough to register on the average person's radar. 'Is this absolutely the best fucking time to be vacationing? I mean, we're at what could be considered the worst possible brick wall in DoD's history.'
'Didn't you just take a weekend vacation?' 'I'm out this weekend,' Blain's tone was jovial in Vent, bordering on relief, as if to say have fun with all of that.
