[ He tilts his head back and finishes his glass. He's edging onto the warm, heavy feeling of drunk now; a reprieve from all his racing thoughts. Maybe he'll be able to sleep tonight. He watches John for a moment and thinks, I'll kill you quickly if it comes to that. Out of respect.
He doesn't say it. Even with the alcohol warming his soul, he knows better. ]
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[ He tilts his head back and finishes his glass. He's edging onto the warm, heavy feeling of drunk now; a reprieve from all his racing thoughts. Maybe he'll be able to sleep tonight. He watches John for a moment and thinks, I'll kill you quickly if it comes to that. Out of respect.
He doesn't say it. Even with the alcohol warming his soul, he knows better. ]