[ A soft grunt of annoyance comes before he gives Jaskier a light shove, a note of fondness hidden beneath. He doesn't give a damn about being shaken out of sleep. He'd have woken on his own. Probably better that he was interrupted, in truth. ]
Mm. You've been playing. [ It's a good sign. Things returning to normal. He takes another sip. He isn't exactly looking to drown his sorrows. There's too much happening in the city, the world. Spending it sinking into the bottom of a bottle is the last thing he wants. And it won't help him forget a fucking thing. (There is no forgetting. He knows that.)
Doesn't mean he can't enjoy the wine for what it is. The bottle is staying with him. He tucks some of the food in the icebox, leaves that second jug of wine on the counter for Sam.
The cord in his hair gets a halfhearted fix, which is all the effort he cares to give his appearance before they leave. More than his usual, actually. ]
Come on. [ He bends to slip his knife in his boot. ] I can drink and walk at the same time.
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Mm. You've been playing. [ It's a good sign. Things returning to normal. He takes another sip. He isn't exactly looking to drown his sorrows. There's too much happening in the city, the world. Spending it sinking into the bottom of a bottle is the last thing he wants. And it won't help him forget a fucking thing. (There is no forgetting. He knows that.)
Doesn't mean he can't enjoy the wine for what it is. The bottle is staying with him. He tucks some of the food in the icebox, leaves that second jug of wine on the counter for Sam.
The cord in his hair gets a halfhearted fix, which is all the effort he cares to give his appearance before they leave. More than his usual, actually. ]
Come on. [ He bends to slip his knife in his boot. ] I can drink and walk at the same time.