[It feels cruel, letting it hang in the air like this. If he was better -- more disciplined, smarter, a good man -- he'd have done it. But he holds on, gathering what bit of enjoyment he can afford before it slips through his fingers like sand.
Right now, he lets his hand settle in Cloud's.]
Sure. We can do that.
Don't really have much there, but I can at least fix us a drink or something.
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Right now, he lets his hand settle in Cloud's.]
Sure. We can do that.
Don't really have much there, but I can at least fix us a drink or something.