[Like pressing him backwards onto his own heels, Ren stalls out immediately at the very suggestion of soothing any implied wounds, floundering with his fingers curled around his glass where it rests crooked and full and far too close to spilling.
He says nothing. Thinks less. Swallows quick and dry, and for a beat he thinks he needs a long sip of what he's holding without caring what it tastes like. The fire dies down, his throat feels less raw with the slow wash of alcohol coating it.]
It doesn't matter.
[She's gone. Sleeps without concern for the waking world and if by some miracle that waning tether brings her back, it's not his voice she'll need, nor Sam's or anyone else's.
Bitterly he dips his chin again to finish what's left in his cup. The room swims at its seams.]
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He says nothing. Thinks less. Swallows quick and dry, and for a beat he thinks he needs a long sip of what he's holding without caring what it tastes like. The fire dies down, his throat feels less raw with the slow wash of alcohol coating it.]
It doesn't matter.
[She's gone. Sleeps without concern for the waking world and if by some miracle that waning tether brings her back, it's not his voice she'll need, nor Sam's or anyone else's.
Bitterly he dips his chin again to finish what's left in his cup. The room swims at its seams.]
We're wasting time.