It's nice. They don't really skimp on amenities the higher you are. [Wriothesley has come to terms of being pushed into a mid rank. While he does miss the anonymity of being lower ranked, there is something nice about being able to stretch one's legs out. That, and perhaps the window has offered more comfort than he expected. It isn't the familiar view of Fontaine's waters, but it was nice. It filled a certain ache in his chest.

As Pinocchio's gaze drops to the forgotten china, so does his gaze land back on it. Almost like he didn't realize it was there. Of course, that is never the case. Wriothesley is too sharp and too aware.

While Pinocchio is dressed down more than his usual, Wriothesley is dressed as sharp as ever. Carefully pressed shirt and vest and a posture that does not offer any weakness. It almost makes it more glaring that there is something off when coupled with the shattered tea cup and the saucer in his other hand. The strange image he has made of himself.]

Oh? Perhaps I just wanted to see you and I decided to be a little irresponsible. [Again, he smiles, but it lacks the relaxed and leisurely gait that he usually holds. Wriothesley would do it, perhaps once, but he is one to make it obvious if that were the case.

Wriothesley turns back at the simulated scenery.] Pinocchio, if someone you were fond of ended up here and then leaves. How would you feel? I will answer your question, but if you could humor me for the moment, I'd appreciate it.