" you actually thought I cared about you?" << ask meme>>
It felt like an ice cold bucket of water had been poured over him, and suddenly his face felt wet. He couldn’t remember the last time he had shed a tear in front of him and he turned away from him, “Yeah, my mistake,” he said bitterly.
Clapping his hands together eagerly, ” is whiskey alright? Im afraid it’s my drink of choice, hardly keep anything else around. But I could send for something if you’d prefer an alternative?”
"Whiskey will be fine,“ he replied, moving closer to the sitting room, specifically he was edging closer to the couch. "May I?” he asked, holding his hand out towards it. “Or…do you need me to put something down first?” he asked, looking down at himself, the blood stains still a somewhat reddish color.