See? He had known they'd need the liquor, he just didn't know what for. He takes a shallow sip of his own and hunkers down into his seat, wishing he had something better to offer her. The acknowledgment still fills him with some small sense of satisfaction, like he did his good deed for the day. She knows he doesn't care about his karmic scales, but when it comes to her things like this matter. She matters, to him.
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"Can we talk about Winter?" For real this time.