[He doesn't offer to help her- wouldn't even if he'd been able to. He looks up at the ceiling, chin tipped up slightly. He lets out a little sigh before he answers, rueful and regretful.]
Whiskey.
[It doesn't help him, but it's what he does. If Grace had been here, she would have-- he cuts that thought off immediately, because nothing good can come of that.]
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Date: 2015-06-30 01:57 pm (UTC)Whiskey.
[It doesn't help him, but it's what he does. If Grace had been here, she would have-- he cuts that thought off immediately, because nothing good can come of that.]