*His hand closes briefly on the bottle, more by instinct at the sudden invasion of his space than out of a desire to resist, and his gaze meets Wright's just for a moment when it does. But he doesn't prevent the other man from taking it - he's too tired to care, and he has more in the cupboard.
He looks back out of the window, his tone weary, still distracted by the horrors of the dungeon and the conviction that he could have prevented it - should have prevented it.*
Then what do you want, Wright? Tell me and get out.
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Date: 2008-07-06 05:32 am (UTC)He looks back out of the window, his tone weary, still distracted by the horrors of the dungeon and the conviction that he could have prevented it - should have prevented it.*
Then what do you want, Wright? Tell me and get out.