Yeah... 'til it is. [He mutters softly and he'll leave it at that. He knows what it's like, to not be ready to admit it. To ignore all the things you'd easily point out in someone else as signs of it, when those things are staring back at you in the mirror every day. He isn't one to point fingers or judge-- recovering. Always. Fuck ups and backslides happen. He's just.... in a prolonged slide backwards right now, personally. Or that's what he'll keep telling himself.
His nose scrunches up at the suggestion of anti-freeze.] Ew! Oh my god, no. Noooo. I have never been that desperate to get drunk, oh- gross! [That deserves a sip from the bottle all its own.]
What? [The word is barely out of his mouth and the realization dawns on him-- ] Oh, you mean-- [He holds a finger up and rolls his wrist in some approximation of a circle.] all the mystery stuff? [Shrug.] I... I care, I just...know my limits. I'm...not research-guy. I'm not-- charge headfirst into danger and the unknown guy. I- I'm...
[He sets the bottle somewhere to the side where it won't get knocked over and slides back to sit on the desk, drawing his legs up to his chest, arch of his foot resting against the not-quite sharp edge of the desk.] ...I'm just...the guy that might get an answer from a ghost, and otherwise, maybe gets to act as moral support? But-- [He gnaws at his lower lip for a moment.] My hero days have been over for a long time, Raylan. I'm just on the sidelines, these days. [He rests his chin on the tops of his knees.]
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His nose scrunches up at the suggestion of anti-freeze.] Ew! Oh my god, no. Noooo. I have never been that desperate to get drunk, oh- gross! [That deserves a sip from the bottle all its own.]
What? [The word is barely out of his mouth and the realization dawns on him-- ] Oh, you mean-- [He holds a finger up and rolls his wrist in some approximation of a circle.] all the mystery stuff? [Shrug.] I... I care, I just...know my limits. I'm...not research-guy. I'm not-- charge headfirst into danger and the unknown guy. I- I'm...
[He sets the bottle somewhere to the side where it won't get knocked over and slides back to sit on the desk, drawing his legs up to his chest, arch of his foot resting against the not-quite sharp edge of the desk.] ...I'm just...the guy that might get an answer from a ghost, and otherwise, maybe gets to act as moral support? But-- [He gnaws at his lower lip for a moment.] My hero days have been over for a long time, Raylan. I'm just on the sidelines, these days. [He rests his chin on the tops of his knees.]