[He takes the cup from her and spends another few minutes staring at it blankly. Then, without any warning, he gulps down all its contents at once. This would probably gain him a scolding from any connoisseur (or... anyone who cares about his well-being, really), but man, who the fuck cares? Crow sure doesn't. He needed this.
Finally, he speaks up, his voice trembling and hoarse from all the crying he's done tonight.]
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Finally, he speaks up, his voice trembling and hoarse from all the crying he's done tonight.]
He said he wouldn't go anywhere.
[A brief pause.]
Dumbass.