[She's got a point there. Well, half of one. The corners of Bigby's mouth wrinkle as his lips press together, half in thought, half in something approximating disapproval.]
I don't really need that kind of help. I know how to take care of myself, I—
["I've been doing it for centuries," a familiar voice that makes his heart ache helpfully supplies in the back of his head, and he trails off for a moment, eyes flicking to the surface of the table as he finishes slowly,]
... I've been doing it for a long time, [he finally says, and that seems to be all he's got to say on the matter, knowing it's a futile point to argue and an even more pointless thing to try to explain. You either get it or you don't, and in a total stranger like Sarah's case, it would just be more baggage on her shoulders. He already feels like he's trickled some down over her anyway.
Bigby leans back against his chair. This isn't where he wanted this conversation to go, so he tries to get it back on track, steer it back to the actual point Sarah was trying to make. After a minute or so of sitting there with his hand swiped through his hair as he thinks on it, he speaks up again:]
But you're right. People deserve to have their questions answered. [There's a small pause as he puts two and two together.] What did you want to ask them?
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I don't really need that kind of help. I know how to take care of myself, I—
["I've been doing it for centuries," a familiar voice that makes his heart ache helpfully supplies in the back of his head, and he trails off for a moment, eyes flicking to the surface of the table as he finishes slowly,]
... I've been doing it for a long time, [he finally says, and that seems to be all he's got to say on the matter, knowing it's a futile point to argue and an even more pointless thing to try to explain. You either get it or you don't, and in a total stranger like Sarah's case, it would just be more baggage on her shoulders. He already feels like he's trickled some down over her anyway.
Bigby leans back against his chair. This isn't where he wanted this conversation to go, so he tries to get it back on track, steer it back to the actual point Sarah was trying to make. After a minute or so of sitting there with his hand swiped through his hair as he thinks on it, he speaks up again:]
But you're right. People deserve to have their questions answered. [There's a small pause as he puts two and two together.] What did you want to ask them?