Weyoun's sitting calmly in a chair in the corner, looking his prim and proper self as per usual. He watches Walter pace a hole until the floor until the door swings open and - oh, it's Caro!
He grins brightly at her and... no one moves. She stays in the doorway, Walter where he stopped pacing, Garak where he is. And no one says anything. Weyoun purses his lips and suppresses a sigh. Really?
By the time Walter actually speaks that Weyoun's up and moving to Caro, because really why hasn't anyone yet? In a manner most nonthreatening of course but still. She's been through the special hell that is the Games. The least they could do is greet her properly and not just sit. Or stand, as the case may be.
He really hopes she doesn't mind hugs because hugging her is exactly what he's doing now.
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Date: 2013-07-21 06:52 am (UTC)He grins brightly at her and... no one moves. She stays in the doorway, Walter where he stopped pacing, Garak where he is. And no one says anything. Weyoun purses his lips and suppresses a sigh. Really?
By the time Walter actually speaks that Weyoun's up and moving to Caro, because really why hasn't anyone yet? In a manner most nonthreatening of course but still. She's been through the special hell that is the Games. The least they could do is greet her properly and not just sit. Or stand, as the case may be.
He really hopes she doesn't mind hugs because hugging her is exactly what he's doing now.