[He felt frustratingly sober, especially considering how much he'd drunk throughout the party thus far. To his credit, Ragnar was actually listening to Ivar's explanation and he was obviously considering it, annoyed by how convincing it was.]
They may have. [They'd told him many things, all of it fairly confusing, and some of it hadn't seemed relevant to him.] I don't know what year it is. [It was the weakest argument ever and it didn't even matter. Ivar was from his future. That was really all that mattered. Not the exact year.]
My second wife...
[He was toying with his beard nervously, eyeing Ivar. It made no sense for him to lie about something like this. It wasn't like Ragnar had anything of value in this place. That, more than anything, was what was convincing him. His gaze very obvious moved to Ivar's legs, remembering their earlier conversation.]
I believe you. [He idly scratched his fingers through his beard.] And I don't know what to do about that.
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They may have. [They'd told him many things, all of it fairly confusing, and some of it hadn't seemed relevant to him.] I don't know what year it is. [It was the weakest argument ever and it didn't even matter. Ivar was from his future. That was really all that mattered. Not the exact year.]
My second wife...
[He was toying with his beard nervously, eyeing Ivar. It made no sense for him to lie about something like this. It wasn't like Ragnar had anything of value in this place. That, more than anything, was what was convincing him. His gaze very obvious moved to Ivar's legs, remembering their earlier conversation.]
I believe you. [He idly scratched his fingers through his beard.] And I don't know what to do about that.