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Kaden doesn't say who he saw.
The name is obvious to infer, but still he doesn't speak it, and neither does he point out what could have led him to make a mistake, to think it was her. Damien searches their vicinity, ignoring the curious masks for a moment - he has a vague idea of what Delilah is supposed to look like, based on the lifeless photos of her he was granted permission to view. But that's not how you locate a person in a masked ball - it's about the way one carries oneself, the air one exudes, maybe a preference for a way of dressing.
The ex-cop still has no idea exactly what to be on the lookout for that makes Delilah Delilah.
What Kaden does say is that he's sorry - the words are short, barely audible and it takes Damien a few too many seconds to fully take them in. They give him pause and he turns to stare at the consigliere. The ex-cop doesn't believe the quiet phrase is meant for him, not really, but... this is a first. He hasn't heard the capo says 'sorry' before.
"Don't be," Damien replies back after several beats of silence.
He has started to maneuver the two out from the scene, towards somewhere calmer. The ex-convict keeps holding onto the tux's sleeve, not wanting to chance losing Finch in another mad dash. For a second he muses whether to exit the gala and head for the restrooms to let the man recuperate there, but the guest with wine all over his expensive suit is headed in that direction already.
Not given many other options, the ex-convict steers towards the periphery of the large room, where the watchful and intimidated linger. It should be quieter there, given the fact that real socialization happens in the center of the space so that people can show off and meet in the light. Damien is aware he is actively moving away from the peacock-lawyer he'd caught sight of, but Simons is enough of a beacon he should be able to locate her again easily.
Will the dove still be there when he comes back?
Kaden gripping his sleeve pulls Damien out of his thoughts - it gives him almost as much whiplash as hearing the consigliere apologize, reminding him of that time in the penthouse. The question that follows stuns him further, making a twinge of pain shoot through his system. He can't see the Black Dog's face, but... there's an underlying fear in his tone. He's afraid she's not coming back, after everything she's apparently done to him. How is Damien even expected to answer?
"I- I don't know," he tries, licking his lips, "But there's really no point torturing yourself with this... One way or another, I'm sure you'll find her."
A monolith-like pillar comes in sight and Damien walks around to stand behind it with Kaden in tow. It's not the best, but the place provides some amount of privacy. He tries to have Kaden lean back against the square column.
"For now just breathe. Do you need anything?"
The name is obvious to infer, but still he doesn't speak it, and neither does he point out what could have led him to make a mistake, to think it was her. Damien searches their vicinity, ignoring the curious masks for a moment - he has a vague idea of what Delilah is supposed to look like, based on the lifeless photos of her he was granted permission to view. But that's not how you locate a person in a masked ball - it's about the way one carries oneself, the air one exudes, maybe a preference for a way of dressing.
The ex-cop still has no idea exactly what to be on the lookout for that makes Delilah Delilah.
What Kaden does say is that he's sorry - the words are short, barely audible and it takes Damien a few too many seconds to fully take them in. They give him pause and he turns to stare at the consigliere. The ex-cop doesn't believe the quiet phrase is meant for him, not really, but... this is a first. He hasn't heard the capo says 'sorry' before.
"Don't be," Damien replies back after several beats of silence.
He has started to maneuver the two out from the scene, towards somewhere calmer. The ex-convict keeps holding onto the tux's sleeve, not wanting to chance losing Finch in another mad dash. For a second he muses whether to exit the gala and head for the restrooms to let the man recuperate there, but the guest with wine all over his expensive suit is headed in that direction already.
Not given many other options, the ex-convict steers towards the periphery of the large room, where the watchful and intimidated linger. It should be quieter there, given the fact that real socialization happens in the center of the space so that people can show off and meet in the light. Damien is aware he is actively moving away from the peacock-lawyer he'd caught sight of, but Simons is enough of a beacon he should be able to locate her again easily.
Will the dove still be there when he comes back?
Kaden gripping his sleeve pulls Damien out of his thoughts - it gives him almost as much whiplash as hearing the consigliere apologize, reminding him of that time in the penthouse. The question that follows stuns him further, making a twinge of pain shoot through his system. He can't see the Black Dog's face, but... there's an underlying fear in his tone. He's afraid she's not coming back, after everything she's apparently done to him. How is Damien even expected to answer?
"I- I don't know," he tries, licking his lips, "But there's really no point torturing yourself with this... One way or another, I'm sure you'll find her."
A monolith-like pillar comes in sight and Damien walks around to stand behind it with Kaden in tow. It's not the best, but the place provides some amount of privacy. He tries to have Kaden lean back against the square column.
"For now just breathe. Do you need anything?"