Rich honestly didn't notice that someone had approached until she was speaking to him. Tensing momentarily because he wanted to grimace at his selfish wallowing, but knowing it'd likely be taken the wrong way, all he did was briefly clench his teeth as he canted his head, glancing up from staring at his drink. His lips were drawn too tight for a smile and he blinked a few times before he finally bowed his head with a slight flinch. This was such an awful way to behave in a the presence of a beautiful woman.
Softly clearing his throat, Rich forced himself to stand up straighter and loosened his jaw. He had better manners than this, honestly. "Ah, I've only just started," he finally replied and tipped his glass slightly. "Give me a few more of these and then you have a babbling fool to go with the sorry sap disposition."
Oh, that was terrible. Rich hung his head for a moment. "Sorry," he apologized quietly before attempting a kinder expression, even a smile, after a sigh. "It's been a year -- for everyone -- but harder on some than others."
The light shrug he gave her wasn't out of pity. He knew who she was, he'd taken care of her bumps on the pitch more than once and knew about her brother's death from the papers. She didn't need pity, though -- perhaps a little compassion, which was what he felt. He'd lost some family to the virus, too, after all.
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