[And like clockwork, here he is, settling into the seat next to her. Weirdly, his throat feels tight; he's not used to this feeling, and he's not sure what to make of it.
It's a little hard to breathe, though.
Slowly, he takes a breath in and lets it out, and then he reaches for his glass and takes a drink.
He needs the burn of liquor right now, because he's not even sure what else he should be holding onto right now.]
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It's a little hard to breathe, though.
Slowly, he takes a breath in and lets it out, and then he reaches for his glass and takes a drink.
He needs the burn of liquor right now, because he's not even sure what else he should be holding onto right now.]