You've conveyed your gratitude. You can buy me a shot the next time we go out, once you're all better.
[ he glances down at the page, reading it upside down. there are old pencil marks, underlines and scribbles in the margins, and there's no telling which ones were there when he bought the book and which ones embry himself might have added. he's not sharing, either. ash was his finest sight, and now he has to watch him move on without him. it's what he wanted. it's what he chose. he forced ash's hand, after all, so he doesn't even deserve to be bitter about it. he still is, though.
his brow ticks up, handing over the flask. ] It's not like it matters if you get drunk, right? You're already in bed. Impeccable logic, if I say so myself.
[ early afternoon drinking makes for the best naps, after all. he would know. ]
I'm very pro-feminism, Mr. Laughlin. I've had plenty of women in my shower.
[ he's had tim in his shower too, though it was completely innocent and he'd been half-asleep in bed listening to the water run while tim was in his bathroom. embry has always liked having company. solitude doesn't suit him, even though he's spent years trying to force it upon himself. ]
Giving me lessons now? You sound like my mother. She's terrifying.
It does matter if I get drunk - but I won't rat you out. I'll tell them it was Hawk. He deserves it.
[ he shouldn't drink, considering he's still in hospital, and still injured, but it relaxes his mouth, too. oh well, one more sip won't hurt, no matter how dangerous that thought is. but sleeping soundly is something he hasn't come by in the near week of being here - and while he shouldn't chase away the demons with this? well. there's a time and a place. he takes a brief drink from the flask, caps it, and hands it back on a wince. ]
But that is awful. God. [ he coughs a little, unashamedly wiping at his mouth when he's passed the flask over. he lets himself fall back against the raised bed, head sinking into the pillow. he huffs a little laugh. ] Both that gin, and that you think women in your shower means you're a feminist.
[ he closes the sappho, smoothing the warped cover between his palms before he uses it to playfully swat at embry's arm, then extending it to him as a peace offering. ]
I'd like to get you to put that I'm terrifying in writing, though. That's a good one. But no promises on teaching you any lessons, mister Vice President. Only one I'll give you is that instead of sitting in your apartment with this bad gin by yourself, you can always call me. Or come here. I'm in this place another week for "security purposes" so trust me, I'll be desperate for any kind of company.
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[ he glances down at the page, reading it upside down. there are old pencil marks, underlines and scribbles in the margins, and there's no telling which ones were there when he bought the book and which ones embry himself might have added. he's not sharing, either. ash was his finest sight, and now he has to watch him move on without him. it's what he wanted. it's what he chose. he forced ash's hand, after all, so he doesn't even deserve to be bitter about it. he still is, though.
his brow ticks up, handing over the flask. ] It's not like it matters if you get drunk, right? You're already in bed. Impeccable logic, if I say so myself.
[ early afternoon drinking makes for the best naps, after all. he would know. ]
I'm very pro-feminism, Mr. Laughlin. I've had plenty of women in my shower.
[ he's had tim in his shower too, though it was completely innocent and he'd been half-asleep in bed listening to the water run while tim was in his bathroom. embry has always liked having company. solitude doesn't suit him, even though he's spent years trying to force it upon himself. ]
Giving me lessons now? You sound like my mother. She's terrifying.
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[ he shouldn't drink, considering he's still in hospital, and still injured, but it relaxes his mouth, too. oh well, one more sip won't hurt, no matter how dangerous that thought is. but sleeping soundly is something he hasn't come by in the near week of being here - and while he shouldn't chase away the demons with this? well. there's a time and a place. he takes a brief drink from the flask, caps it, and hands it back on a wince. ]
But that is awful. God. [ he coughs a little, unashamedly wiping at his mouth when he's passed the flask over. he lets himself fall back against the raised bed, head sinking into the pillow. he huffs a little laugh. ] Both that gin, and that you think women in your shower means you're a feminist.
[ he closes the sappho, smoothing the warped cover between his palms before he uses it to playfully swat at embry's arm, then extending it to him as a peace offering. ]
I'd like to get you to put that I'm terrifying in writing, though. That's a good one. But no promises on teaching you any lessons, mister Vice President. Only one I'll give you is that instead of sitting in your apartment with this bad gin by yourself, you can always call me. Or come here. I'm in this place another week for "security purposes" so trust me, I'll be desperate for any kind of company.