He already has a second glass down in anticipation, pouring a generous serving and turning to offer it to him. He tips his head in curiosity at that, pausing mid-extension.
"All right." He's not completely sure why this moment is as charged as it is, why he has fingers of dread hooking into his belly. He steels himself for whatever is coming.
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"All right." He's not completely sure why this moment is as charged as it is, why he has fingers of dread hooking into his belly. He steels himself for whatever is coming.