[He's all for giving booze to people who can handle it. He's less for the amount of sad faces she's probably going to give him in the morning, because dear god she's going to have a jackhammer in her head if his calculations of other people's intoxication are correct.
Spoiler alert: as a drinker from the age of eight, they usually are.
Also spoiler alert: he's pretty sure his own liver is either going to quit any minute or is immortal. Uncertain.
Being tugged around means, at least, he can settle properly against the couch, fingers smoothing her hair again.] I know, dearheart. It's a good sort of different.
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Spoiler alert: as a drinker from the age of eight, they usually are.
Also spoiler alert: he's pretty sure his own liver is either going to quit any minute or is immortal. Uncertain.
Being tugged around means, at least, he can settle properly against the couch, fingers smoothing her hair again.] I know, dearheart. It's a good sort of different.