[Adalwolfe's jaw clenches visibly in an almost flinch at her accusatory tone. He deserves it, he knows he deserves it, and so he just looks down at the bartop with an inscrutable expression and a sense of poetic irony that in all technicality her yelling at him is being hard on himself.]
I didn't sleep either, after that. For weeks. Maybe months.
[He takes one of the shots and downs it, leaving the other for Marian if she wants it.]
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I didn't sleep either, after that. For weeks. Maybe months.
[He takes one of the shots and downs it, leaving the other for Marian if she wants it.]