"Good. I would hate for you three to take after my example." He mumbled. He was home, he was drunk, and for the moment he was tired of thinking. Jack could handle that for the moment. Wonderful, solid, horribly irritating Jack.
He shuffled into the chair without comment or complaint, though he did hook his fingers into Jack's sleeves to hold on for a little longer. Missed him without ever being able to miss him. Not that he begrudged Isaac's company and kindness in the end but the faces and final thoughts that lingered were of grey eyes and the scent of food. Of this house and the men that lived in it. The odd thing full of sentiment and sensuality that he had fallen into one December night after far too much rum.
Irritating. Vexing. Frustrating, that he wanted so much to put into words what it was he felt and remained terrified of it. Zevran blinked again, allowed Jack's face to slide into focus. "...I have brandy breath. Are you sure?"
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He shuffled into the chair without comment or complaint, though he did hook his fingers into Jack's sleeves to hold on for a little longer. Missed him without ever being able to miss him. Not that he begrudged Isaac's company and kindness in the end but the faces and final thoughts that lingered were of grey eyes and the scent of food. Of this house and the men that lived in it. The odd thing full of sentiment and sensuality that he had fallen into one December night after far too much rum.
Irritating. Vexing. Frustrating, that he wanted so much to put into words what it was he felt and remained terrified of it. Zevran blinked again, allowed Jack's face to slide into focus. "...I have brandy breath. Are you sure?"