[ Ronan stops, looks over his shoulder, and lets out a stuttered breath. He takes a swig of his whiskey bottle, like a salute, and nods. ]
Thanks. Sorry for yours.
[ He's not about to stay longer and start talking about his little brother and even less Gansey, but still, he appreciates the gesture, nodding again, his face relaxing minutely. ]
If alcohol actually ever runs out, let me know. I can help you out.
[ He could dream up a whole wine cellar if he felt like it, after all. ]
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Thanks. Sorry for yours.
[ He's not about to stay longer and start talking about his little brother and even less Gansey, but still, he appreciates the gesture, nodding again, his face relaxing minutely. ]
If alcohol actually ever runs out, let me know. I can help you out.
[ He could dream up a whole wine cellar if he felt like it, after all. ]