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(/She reluctantly releases him from her embrace so she can stand straight in her spot behind the couch. It's painful, to see him like this, but the least she can do is be there for him. She slips off silently to get him a couple of ice cubes that don't melt in her own cold touch when she brings them back and gently drops them in his glass. She then sits down by his legs, head on his lap as her chocolate eyes fix on him.)
[ : he straightens a bit when she pulls away from him, when he’s left alone with his personal chill of enveloping darkness and he’s quick in downing another glass of whiskey in her absence. not only because it hazes senses and thoughts, but also because it makes temporary warmth spread in his chest. when she returns, he watches her, nods a little when she drops the ice cubes in his glass. ] Thank you. [ : he trails her with his gaze, moving to set the bottle down on the table nearby, after filling his glass up of course, and he lets his free hand run through her hair gently, as looking right back at her. ]