[ He pauses, thoughtful, glancing down at his glass. He sloshes the white whiskey around.
It's probably the alcohol in his system that makes him more honest, but he offers quietly, ]
Not as well as it used to.
[ Still, Faraday is apparently game to keep trying, and he refills his glass. His hands have always been steady, even with the unhelpful addition of booze in his system, and manages the pour without wasting a drop.
In a tone of voice that seems to have completely forgotten the flagging of his mood from only seconds ago, ]
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It's probably the alcohol in his system that makes him more honest, but he offers quietly, ]
Not as well as it used to.
[ Still, Faraday is apparently game to keep trying, and he refills his glass. His hands have always been steady, even with the unhelpful addition of booze in his system, and manages the pour without wasting a drop.
In a tone of voice that seems to have completely forgotten the flagging of his mood from only seconds ago, ]
Reckon it's better than nothin', right?