[He nods, finally setting the bottle back down as he lets out a breath that sounds as though it has been held for an age. It's how he feels, anyway-- as though he's been holding his breath since the moment of arrival, tense and balanced on a knife's edge. A modicum of that tension seems to drain out of him now, however, as the rum burns a warm path along his throat, acts to quiet something in him.]
That's better. And yes...it's all been quite overwhelming. I feel like I could sleep for a week.
[This coming from the man who rarely sleeps, it attests to his mental exhaustion.]
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That's better. And yes...it's all been quite overwhelming. I feel like I could sleep for a week.
[This coming from the man who rarely sleeps, it attests to his mental exhaustion.]