[ A bland sort of answer, but the words are loaded. There were different odds, last time. Nightmares from his past, digging in their claws. Nightmares on the horizon, charging toward them with the rising of the sun. The bourbon had been an attempt at a temporary escape for both of them.
(Strange that it’s only now that Faraday realizes Emma’s company had served as a far better balm than the drink.)
He sips at his own glass, enjoys the brief tingle of numbness it leaves behind, though it fades a little faster than it had in life. It’s still something, though, and he refuses to be deterred from the joy of this little discovery. ]
Your math tellin’ you that’s your last glass? [ A wry little smile as he glances up from his cup. ] ‘Cause that’s what mine’s tellin’ me.
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Last time was different.
[ A bland sort of answer, but the words are loaded. There were different odds, last time. Nightmares from his past, digging in their claws. Nightmares on the horizon, charging toward them with the rising of the sun. The bourbon had been an attempt at a temporary escape for both of them.
(Strange that it’s only now that Faraday realizes Emma’s company had served as a far better balm than the drink.)
He sips at his own glass, enjoys the brief tingle of numbness it leaves behind, though it fades a little faster than it had in life. It’s still something, though, and he refuses to be deterred from the joy of this little discovery. ]
Your math tellin’ you that’s your last glass? [ A wry little smile as he glances up from his cup. ] ‘Cause that’s what mine’s tellin’ me.