[Robert finally turns his head, looking at the man.
They both needed a drink.
No, they both needed to start over. To shed at least some of their burdens. Luceti offered a kind of chance to move on, yes, but only from an artificial point, not what they both knew was the end.
A few moments later, with the quiet sound of rattling glass and liquid pouring, Robert sets a tumbler of neat whiskey down next to the other man, one in his hand as he slides into a chair of his own.]
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They both needed a drink.
No, they both needed to start over. To shed at least some of their burdens. Luceti offered a kind of chance to move on, yes, but only from an artificial point, not what they both knew was the end.
A few moments later, with the quiet sound of rattling glass and liquid pouring, Robert sets a tumbler of neat whiskey down next to the other man, one in his hand as he slides into a chair of his own.]
Booker, then.