A steady, strong handshake, but Wyatt couldn't help but notice how well-tended Timaeus' hands were. Smooth with neat, trim nails. Whereas his own were scarred and callused. A working man's hand.
They were worlds apart in more ways than tribute and citizen, past and present.
He wondered, if he hadn't been fighting and dying in the arena, if the pair of them had just passed each other by on the street, would Mr. Nadir have bothered to offer even a simple 'how do?'
It made him sad to think about. Tired.
"There wasn't no need to go through special trouble for me," he replied, dipping his head politely and taking his hand back. "But I do appreciate the thought; thank ya."
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Date: 2013-04-09 02:02 pm (UTC)They were worlds apart in more ways than tribute and citizen, past and present.
He wondered, if he hadn't been fighting and dying in the arena, if the pair of them had just passed each other by on the street, would Mr. Nadir have bothered to offer even a simple 'how do?'
It made him sad to think about. Tired.
"There wasn't no need to go through special trouble for me," he replied, dipping his head politely and taking his hand back. "But I do appreciate the thought; thank ya."