It takes him several minutes to work up the desire to even try and move after Edgeworth speaks, picking up the vodka bottle and downing what's left of it. A few mouthfuls and he hisses in pain as he swallows. He leaves the bottle on the floor.
He works himself up into standing, walking back over to Edgeworth and collapsing onto the window seat beside him; leaning against the cold window, shivering slightly.
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He works himself up into standing, walking back over to Edgeworth and collapsing onto the window seat beside him; leaning against the cold window, shivering slightly.
Do you have to blame yourself for everything?