[ miles drains his second glass and sets it down. that's probably enough for now, but he's not in the mood for good sense. he stares at his hands, fidgeting, trying to will the misery away. dammit, booze, that's supposed to be your job. ]
He could come back.
[ he sounds a little like he's just trying to convince himself. actually, no, he sounds a lot like he's just trying to convince himself. ]
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He could come back.
[ he sounds a little like he's just trying to convince himself. actually, no, he sounds a lot like he's just trying to convince himself. ]