[No. Now is sitting up time. He'll sit up on the edge of the couch so she can keep her ridiculous death-grip on his wrist--and so she can see he's not leaving so much as not being attacked by her ridiculousness.
Pat pat on the forehead, delicate flower of fragility and painfully tight fingers.]
You tell me that in the morning and I'll buy you your next bottle of vodka.
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Pat pat on the forehead, delicate flower of fragility and painfully tight fingers.]
You tell me that in the morning and I'll buy you your next bottle of vodka.