[ Daniel passes it, fingers light and a little condensation damp as they brush over Matt's own. His mouth doing something complicated. An interesting conversation.
The bottle he's been babying this whole conversation is empty. He considers it, the tiny triumph of not dropping it, and then abruptly, impulsively, sends it the way Matt's tie went - it sails out into the dark. If it breaks, it breaks inaudibly on the grass. Let the people who brought them here clean it up.
He rubs a hand over his face, digs a thumb into his eye socket. ]
It's late. I should turn in.
[ He can't live the party all night lifestyle these days. Groans a little as he shifts on the stairs, preparing to get up and discovering he shouldn't have sat on something cold and hard for so long. ]
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The bottle he's been babying this whole conversation is empty. He considers it, the tiny triumph of not dropping it, and then abruptly, impulsively, sends it the way Matt's tie went - it sails out into the dark. If it breaks, it breaks inaudibly on the grass. Let the people who brought them here clean it up.
He rubs a hand over his face, digs a thumb into his eye socket. ]
It's late. I should turn in.
[ He can't live the party all night lifestyle these days. Groans a little as he shifts on the stairs, preparing to get up and discovering he shouldn't have sat on something cold and hard for so long. ]
I'll see you at breakfast.