The way his darker half's words and actions come back to haunt him is not a lost point. Something in Norman's eyes hardens a bit, but only for a fraction of a second: the wound is registered, and then put aside.
"You're right. I do owe you more than words." He sits as well, now that Quentin has, and offers him the bottle to inspect. Under any other circumstances he'd play the proper host and pour, but he knows that Quentin's about as paranoid as a mob of meerkats on speed, so manners need to change accordingly. Then, he takes an envelope out of his pocket and sets it on the table. Inside is a deed to a half-acre of land in Bavan: an address Beck will recognize as the place where he met Alton. He waits until Beck has inspected the wine and the envelope before explaining his actions.
"I had that building razed to the ground. My work at Liewen Labs pays me generously, and I live at Hill House rent-free. I'm giving you the land. You just send me the invoices for whatever you want built in its place. A home, a workshop, you name it."
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"You're right. I do owe you more than words." He sits as well, now that Quentin has, and offers him the bottle to inspect. Under any other circumstances he'd play the proper host and pour, but he knows that Quentin's about as paranoid as a mob of meerkats on speed, so manners need to change accordingly. Then, he takes an envelope out of his pocket and sets it on the table. Inside is a deed to a half-acre of land in Bavan: an address Beck will recognize as the place where he met Alton. He waits until Beck has inspected the wine and the envelope before explaining his actions.
"I had that building razed to the ground. My work at Liewen Labs pays me generously, and I live at Hill House rent-free. I'm giving you the land. You just send me the invoices for whatever you want built in its place. A home, a workshop, you name it."