( either that, or you steadfastly drink the same brand your father did until you get used to it. Matt is nothing if not a daddy's boy, even if Jack's been gone a good twenty years now.

he would have poured it himself, given the opportunity. Sally doesn't present him with one, and Matt won't argue with the hospitality. he lifts his hand to get a grip on the glass, dragging it a little closer. ) Thank you. ( while he would have done it himself, he doesn't hate the courtesy. it's a kindness, and he knows that. it's mildly presumptive to presume someone blind can't pour their own drink, though not a presumption fostered out of anything but human sympathy. he can't be mad about that. (especially when he's constantly trying to garner as much as that sympathy as he can quite intentionally.)

is he the kind of guy to compromise? he hums around the rim of his glass, taking a sip as he contemplates. ) I will for the right cause, though not without at least attempting to barter something more in my favor. ( he'll compromise only when he has to, basically. ) I think it comes with the territory, I was in law before I ended up here. ( you didn't get far being too compromising in a courtroom. it opens the floor for him to ask, ) What about you? Where were you before all this?