"Maybe I'll take you up on that offer soon, Doc," he says with an agreeable, quiet hum.
Everyone has a past. People who lived longer than they're supposed to - or otherwise, who chased time the way no ordinary person could - especially can lay claim to a messy one.
What did Doc say to him, caught in that dark night chasing nothing but whispers? The worst of us survive? How precise of an aim.
But instead, he makes a face, something between poorly schooled horror and amusement. "I'm not staying sober. I'm pacing myself. In case you needed reminding, my tolerances aren't what they used to be. I don't want to be under the table before anyone else."
That would just be embarrassing.
After another sip. "I'll take the couch. And I'm stabbing the first person who tries to cuddle me with a butter knife." That absolutely includes Klaus.
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Everyone has a past. People who lived longer than they're supposed to - or otherwise, who chased time the way no ordinary person could - especially can lay claim to a messy one.
What did Doc say to him, caught in that dark night chasing nothing but whispers? The worst of us survive? How precise of an aim.
But instead, he makes a face, something between poorly schooled horror and amusement. "I'm not staying sober. I'm pacing myself. In case you needed reminding, my tolerances aren't what they used to be. I don't want to be under the table before anyone else."
That would just be embarrassing.
After another sip. "I'll take the couch. And I'm stabbing the first person who tries to cuddle me with a butter knife." That absolutely includes Klaus.