No. [Final as it is, his refusal, Ren is mild about it: there's nothing in his tone that radiates judgment towards Jessica for the habits she kept, only the basic truth that he's not so eager to drink with a similar fervor. A few minutes longer, the rest of his glass forcefully downed (because if this is for her sake, it'd be an insult to let it all go to waste) and his cheeks feel warm, his head feels light. The vice grip he maintains on the world and all its echoing emotions and needs slips by degrees, but for once it's not entirely unpleasant.
A distraction, really.
The glass clinks softly as Sam does them both the favor of a refill, and aside from the sound of them breathing it's quiet. Calm.]
Did you tell the others?
[Of how she's slipping, of where he's kept her— somehow he imagines they already know.]
no subject
A distraction, really.
The glass clinks softly as Sam does them both the favor of a refill, and aside from the sound of them breathing it's quiet. Calm.]
Did you tell the others?
[Of how she's slipping, of where he's kept her— somehow he imagines they already know.]