[ And oh, there it is, the inexplicable loosening of inhibitions and the like. The man is more relaxed now, and the teen fills his glass again, just a little mire, deliberately brushing his fingers across his and scooting closer. He smiles then, softly. ] You've kept me sane all these months, I really don't know how I can properly thank you.
[ He settles next to him and hands him a glass, pretending to be a little tipsy himself as well, feeling a thrill of excitement running down his spine. How long has he planned for this, down to the littlest detail? ] So, uncle, a toast.
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[ He settles next to him and hands him a glass, pretending to be a little tipsy himself as well, feeling a thrill of excitement running down his spine. How long has he planned for this, down to the littlest detail? ] So, uncle, a toast.