[She nods, but then gets up for a moment to raid the liquor cabinet for herself. She won't be the one to part a man from his booze in his time of need, even momentarily.]
If this really is, you know, ghosts and shit, the why's important. Or the... how, or...
[The thought never quite finishes. She reclines next to him, sinking into the cushions. Oh, god, she's sticky, because that's right, she's still covered in Nathan's blood. Eugh.
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If this really is, you know, ghosts and shit, the why's important. Or the... how, or...
[The thought never quite finishes. She reclines next to him, sinking into the cushions. Oh, god, she's sticky, because that's right, she's still covered in Nathan's blood. Eugh.
More drinks, first.]
I took your advice.