For real though lol
Crow's trying his best not to let Gavin talk to Penelope alone
Crow's trying his best not to let Gavin talk to Penelope alone
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“Of course,” Crow flashed Penelope a smirk as she handed off her flask to him. He lifted the container to his lips and downed a large portion of the water inside, relishing the way that the cold liquid soothed his mouth and throat. With time, he hoped it would help to ease his slight headache as well.
Once he’d had his fill, he put the lid back on and was about to pass it back to her when Gavin’s voice caught his attention. He turned to see that the knight was walking towards them at a brisk pace with a serious look in his eyes despite how exhausted he had to be after staying up all night to keep watch. The urgency in his tone set the thief on edge, reminding him yet again of their conversation the night before. With the way Gavin was acting now, it was starting to seem like he may have actually figured something out. He shifted his weight uneasily, attempting to watch the two knights speak without drawing attention to himself.
As Gavin mentioned learning something from the villagers he had spoken to at the tavern, Crow felt an ominous shiver run up his spine. He looked up to meet the knight’s gaze, covering his nervousness with a fake anticipation, as if he was also eager to hear the news. As he did, he noticed the other man cast him a strange look and stand up slightly straighter in a rather haughty posture. His confident attitude made the thief even more concerned that something had come out about his involvement with the people of Wheldrake the night before. To make matters worse, his suspicion that Gavin would try to isolate Penelope from him to reveal the information had been correct as well.
I can’t let him speak to her alone, he thought determinedly. Crossing his arms over his chest, he held the knight’s gaze with a stubborn air. “And do what?” he narrowed his eyes accusatively. “Keep me out of whatever it is that you found?” He scoffed. “Not a chance. No matter what you think about me, I’m just as much a part of this team as Penelope is. I want to know what you found too.”
Gavin clenched his jaw in thinly veiled annoyance at the thief’s delay, “I understand that, but I would still rather speak with Penelope about it alone first.” He studied Crow’s face suspiciously. “Unless you have a reason not to let me tell her what I know without you being present.”
“Of course I have a reason,” Crow growled. “I don’t appreciate being left out like I’m not as valuable to this group as you are. I know you don’t approve of my life choices, but the difference in our paths gives me the ability to provide you knights with a perspective you wouldn’t be able to see on your own. I think that’s reason enough to let me hear what you found out.” He crossed his arms over his chest in an obstinate stance. “And, not to mention, you’re not even the real leader here.” He glanced at Penelope. “What do you think, love?”
Once he’d had his fill, he put the lid back on and was about to pass it back to her when Gavin’s voice caught his attention. He turned to see that the knight was walking towards them at a brisk pace with a serious look in his eyes despite how exhausted he had to be after staying up all night to keep watch. The urgency in his tone set the thief on edge, reminding him yet again of their conversation the night before. With the way Gavin was acting now, it was starting to seem like he may have actually figured something out. He shifted his weight uneasily, attempting to watch the two knights speak without drawing attention to himself.
As Gavin mentioned learning something from the villagers he had spoken to at the tavern, Crow felt an ominous shiver run up his spine. He looked up to meet the knight’s gaze, covering his nervousness with a fake anticipation, as if he was also eager to hear the news. As he did, he noticed the other man cast him a strange look and stand up slightly straighter in a rather haughty posture. His confident attitude made the thief even more concerned that something had come out about his involvement with the people of Wheldrake the night before. To make matters worse, his suspicion that Gavin would try to isolate Penelope from him to reveal the information had been correct as well.
I can’t let him speak to her alone, he thought determinedly. Crossing his arms over his chest, he held the knight’s gaze with a stubborn air. “And do what?” he narrowed his eyes accusatively. “Keep me out of whatever it is that you found?” He scoffed. “Not a chance. No matter what you think about me, I’m just as much a part of this team as Penelope is. I want to know what you found too.”
Gavin clenched his jaw in thinly veiled annoyance at the thief’s delay, “I understand that, but I would still rather speak with Penelope about it alone first.” He studied Crow’s face suspiciously. “Unless you have a reason not to let me tell her what I know without you being present.”
“Of course I have a reason,” Crow growled. “I don’t appreciate being left out like I’m not as valuable to this group as you are. I know you don’t approve of my life choices, but the difference in our paths gives me the ability to provide you knights with a perspective you wouldn’t be able to see on your own. I think that’s reason enough to let me hear what you found out.” He crossed his arms over his chest in an obstinate stance. “And, not to mention, you’re not even the real leader here.” He glanced at Penelope. “What do you think, love?”
He almost accidentally drugged himself xD
Crow offered Penelope a sympathetic look when she said she wasn’t feeling very well either. He had been hoping that between the two of them, at least she would have made it through the night without developing a hangover. It looked like they had both drank more than they could handle the day before. He sighed, regretting once again how inattentive he had been for Olivia and Alistair to have tricked him so easily. With so many moving parts happening all at once in this mission, he needed to be more alert. He had gotten lucky this time—or so he was trying to convince himself—but there was no telling what sort of slip ups could happen if he let his guard down again.
When Penelope brought up how they had behaved while they had been drunk, he laughed softly and shook his head, “You can say that again.” He glanced at her as she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and colored slightly at her following words. “I know,” he groaned, running his hand over his face in embarrassment. “Why do you think I try not to let myself get drunk?” Whenever he got intoxicated, he always lost control over his impulses—namely, his willpower to keep his hands off of women he found attractive. While he didn’t regret kissing Penelope—that part had been quite fun—he did wish they had thought to at least take things somewhere more private. The thought of all those other eyes on them while they had been so physical with each other made him want to crawl under a rock.
He looked up again when Penelope climbed to her feet and then followed suit after a moment of hesitation. As she spoke to Gavin, he watched the knight from the corner of his eye, holding his breath as he tried to read the other man’s face. After what Gavin had said the night before, he wanted to know what to expect, but it was difficult to tell since the knight had such a stoic demeanor. He hoped again that he was overreacting and there wasn’t actually anything to be worried about. Maybe in his drunkenness, he had just imagined what her former suitor had said.
Despite his attempts to reassure himself, he still felt unnerved around Gavin, so he decided to distract himself by getting some water to ease the dryness in his mouth. He stepped over to his things and crouched down to get his flask, uncapping it and bringing it to his lips. However, just before he tilted the container back to take a drink, he paused, suddenly remembering what he had used it for two nights ago. Having not cleaned it out since then, the water inside was still mixed with valerian root. He let out his breath in a sigh of relief, That was close.
Glancing back over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking in his direction, he quickly poured out the rest of the flask. Once it had been emptied, he resealed the lid and stood up straight again, making his way back over to Penelope. “Do you have any spare water that you could share with me?” he asked with a sheepish smile, shaking his flask to show her that it was empty. “I forgot that I finished all of mine yesterday, and I’m parched.”
When Penelope brought up how they had behaved while they had been drunk, he laughed softly and shook his head, “You can say that again.” He glanced at her as she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and colored slightly at her following words. “I know,” he groaned, running his hand over his face in embarrassment. “Why do you think I try not to let myself get drunk?” Whenever he got intoxicated, he always lost control over his impulses—namely, his willpower to keep his hands off of women he found attractive. While he didn’t regret kissing Penelope—that part had been quite fun—he did wish they had thought to at least take things somewhere more private. The thought of all those other eyes on them while they had been so physical with each other made him want to crawl under a rock.
He looked up again when Penelope climbed to her feet and then followed suit after a moment of hesitation. As she spoke to Gavin, he watched the knight from the corner of his eye, holding his breath as he tried to read the other man’s face. After what Gavin had said the night before, he wanted to know what to expect, but it was difficult to tell since the knight had such a stoic demeanor. He hoped again that he was overreacting and there wasn’t actually anything to be worried about. Maybe in his drunkenness, he had just imagined what her former suitor had said.
Despite his attempts to reassure himself, he still felt unnerved around Gavin, so he decided to distract himself by getting some water to ease the dryness in his mouth. He stepped over to his things and crouched down to get his flask, uncapping it and bringing it to his lips. However, just before he tilted the container back to take a drink, he paused, suddenly remembering what he had used it for two nights ago. Having not cleaned it out since then, the water inside was still mixed with valerian root. He let out his breath in a sigh of relief, That was close.
Glancing back over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking in his direction, he quickly poured out the rest of the flask. Once it had been emptied, he resealed the lid and stood up straight again, making his way back over to Penelope. “Do you have any spare water that you could share with me?” he asked with a sheepish smile, shaking his flask to show her that it was empty. “I forgot that I finished all of mine yesterday, and I’m parched.”
Crow isn't having a good morning xD
Crow felt heavy as he walked with Penelope to lay down for the night, dreading to find out what the morning would bring. Gavin’s words hung in the back of his mind, incessantly reminding him of his mistake, whatever it had been. Even when he laid beside Penelope on the bedroll, he found it difficult to get comfortable. His instincts were telling him to get as far away from the others as he could before everything blew up in his face, but he couldn’t do that without practically admitting to Penelope that he really had sabotaged the patrol. If there was even the faintest chance that he could keep his secret from her, he couldn’t run away yet.
As she curled up against him, he wrapped an arm over her side to hold her close. “I love you too,” he murmured, burying his head against her neck and squeezing his eyes shut as he prayed that her words wouldn’t change in the morning. She had always been quick to forgive him in the past, but he was worried that her patience with him would eventually wear thin as he continued to break her trust. This time, he was scheming against her and her comrades to help a murderer continue to ruin her battalion’s efforts in the war. Of all the lies he had told her in the past, this one had the steepest consequences. He couldn’t imagine how she would react if she found out.
That’s why she can never know, he thought, letting out his breath in a long sigh as he began to drift off into a fitful sleep.
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Crow woke up the next morning to a throbbing in his head. He groaned and rolled over on his mat, grimacing as he was suddenly aware of the bright morning light over his head. Grabbing at his blanket, he pulled the fabric up and over his eyes to block out the torturous sun, but he didn’t have long before he heard the sound of footsteps followed by Gavin’s voice: “Get up,” he grunted in a voice that was thick with exhaustion, nudging the thief with his boot and then crouching down to gently shake Penelope’s shoulder.
Crow just groaned again in response, too tired to do anything else. He was just about to drift off again, when suddenly the events of the previous night came back to him at once. Paling at the memory of Gavin’s certainty that he had caught him, he shot upright on the bed, only to feel another sharp stab of pain plague his head at the abrupt motion. Closing his eyes, he brought a hand up to his forehead as he waited for it to pass. Fortunately, it seemed like he didn’t have a very bad hangover—the consistent throbbing was painful, but it wasn’t anything like some of the worse headaches he’d had in the past—but it was still enough to make him reluctant to stand up.
Opening one eye, he looked up to see that Gavin had already finished packing up most of the knights’ supplies aside from the bedrolls they had been sleeping on. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. It wouldn’t be much longer he found out if the knight really had proof that he had been working behind their backs. He turned to glance down at Penelope, hoping to think of a way to prevent Gavin from catching her alone.
After a moment of hesitation, he offered her a halfhearted smile. “Morning, love,” he sighed, rubbing his temple with one hand to ease the pounding. “I hope you’re not feeling as miserable as I am today…”
As she curled up against him, he wrapped an arm over her side to hold her close. “I love you too,” he murmured, burying his head against her neck and squeezing his eyes shut as he prayed that her words wouldn’t change in the morning. She had always been quick to forgive him in the past, but he was worried that her patience with him would eventually wear thin as he continued to break her trust. This time, he was scheming against her and her comrades to help a murderer continue to ruin her battalion’s efforts in the war. Of all the lies he had told her in the past, this one had the steepest consequences. He couldn’t imagine how she would react if she found out.
That’s why she can never know, he thought, letting out his breath in a long sigh as he began to drift off into a fitful sleep.
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Crow woke up the next morning to a throbbing in his head. He groaned and rolled over on his mat, grimacing as he was suddenly aware of the bright morning light over his head. Grabbing at his blanket, he pulled the fabric up and over his eyes to block out the torturous sun, but he didn’t have long before he heard the sound of footsteps followed by Gavin’s voice: “Get up,” he grunted in a voice that was thick with exhaustion, nudging the thief with his boot and then crouching down to gently shake Penelope’s shoulder.
Crow just groaned again in response, too tired to do anything else. He was just about to drift off again, when suddenly the events of the previous night came back to him at once. Paling at the memory of Gavin’s certainty that he had caught him, he shot upright on the bed, only to feel another sharp stab of pain plague his head at the abrupt motion. Closing his eyes, he brought a hand up to his forehead as he waited for it to pass. Fortunately, it seemed like he didn’t have a very bad hangover—the consistent throbbing was painful, but it wasn’t anything like some of the worse headaches he’d had in the past—but it was still enough to make him reluctant to stand up.
Opening one eye, he looked up to see that Gavin had already finished packing up most of the knights’ supplies aside from the bedrolls they had been sleeping on. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. It wouldn’t be much longer he found out if the knight really had proof that he had been working behind their backs. He turned to glance down at Penelope, hoping to think of a way to prevent Gavin from catching her alone.
After a moment of hesitation, he offered her a halfhearted smile. “Morning, love,” he sighed, rubbing his temple with one hand to ease the pounding. “I hope you’re not feeling as miserable as I am today…”
He probably would if Penelope didn't trust Crow so much ^^;
Cool. We can go with that then ^^ I'm excited to see how it all plays out
Cool. We can go with that then ^^ I'm excited to see how it all plays out
Crow swallowed nervously when Gavin’s serious expression was broken with a knowing smirk. He wasn’t sure what he’d done, but he felt certain he had slipped up somehow. He studied the knight guardedly, trying to wrack his brain as he worked to figure out what had tipped him off. Unfortunately, he was too inebriated to come up with an answer. All he could tell for sure was that Gavin knew something that he wasn’t supposed to know, and it wasn’t good news for him.
His heartbeat quickened slightly as he listened to Penelope try to vouch for him, only to be shot down right away by her former suitor, who seemed convinced that he was right. The thief glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Whatever had clued Gavin in to his actions the night before didn’t seem to have alerted her. He was slightly relieved about that, since it would be much harder to convince both of them that he had stayed in the camp for the entirety of her guard shift. If he was going to get away with sabotaging the knights, he needed to keep her trust long enough to thoroughly throw them off Jaxon’s trail.
He was just starting to regain hope that he still had a chance to keep them off his scent, when Gavin added one last comment that made his blood run cold. He’ll explain what to her when she’s sober? He thought, staring at the knight with thinly veiled worry. Was it possible that Gavin had actually found proof of his allegiance to Jaxon? How could that have happened? He had been so careful to make sure everything had gone according to the plan. As hard as he tried to think of a way that the knight could have caught him, he drew nothing but blanks.
He’s bluffing, he bit the inside of his lip, already feeling himself starting to sweat from his nervousness. He has to be bluffing. He has no proof. He’s just trying to scare me. Despite his efforts to reassure himself that he was just being paranoid, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something important, something that just might incriminate him for what he had done. He groaned inwardly. Why did Olivia have to switch my drink tonight? I wish I was sober right now…
Crow was so wrapped up in his spiraling thoughts that he barely noticed when Penelope leaned her head against his shoulder. He blinked, realizing suddenly that Gavin had left, and he was still staring at the ghost of where the knight had been. Coming back to himself a bit, he broke his gaze away from the spot and turned to look at her. “Right…” he frowned, holding her closer to himself and resting his head against hers as he subconsciously sought comfort in her touch. The threats of her ex suitor continued to weigh heavily on his mind as he struggled once more to understand what could have made the knight so certain that he was right.
After some time had passed, he cleared his throat. “We shoul’ ge’ some sleep,” he murmured, pulling away from her to stand up. “’S late, an’ I don’ wan’ to wake up wi’h a headache t’morrow.” Once he felt steady enough on his feet, he braced one arm securely against the tree and offered her a hand to get up as well.
His heartbeat quickened slightly as he listened to Penelope try to vouch for him, only to be shot down right away by her former suitor, who seemed convinced that he was right. The thief glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Whatever had clued Gavin in to his actions the night before didn’t seem to have alerted her. He was slightly relieved about that, since it would be much harder to convince both of them that he had stayed in the camp for the entirety of her guard shift. If he was going to get away with sabotaging the knights, he needed to keep her trust long enough to thoroughly throw them off Jaxon’s trail.
He was just starting to regain hope that he still had a chance to keep them off his scent, when Gavin added one last comment that made his blood run cold. He’ll explain what to her when she’s sober? He thought, staring at the knight with thinly veiled worry. Was it possible that Gavin had actually found proof of his allegiance to Jaxon? How could that have happened? He had been so careful to make sure everything had gone according to the plan. As hard as he tried to think of a way that the knight could have caught him, he drew nothing but blanks.
He’s bluffing, he bit the inside of his lip, already feeling himself starting to sweat from his nervousness. He has to be bluffing. He has no proof. He’s just trying to scare me. Despite his efforts to reassure himself that he was just being paranoid, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing something important, something that just might incriminate him for what he had done. He groaned inwardly. Why did Olivia have to switch my drink tonight? I wish I was sober right now…
Crow was so wrapped up in his spiraling thoughts that he barely noticed when Penelope leaned her head against his shoulder. He blinked, realizing suddenly that Gavin had left, and he was still staring at the ghost of where the knight had been. Coming back to himself a bit, he broke his gaze away from the spot and turned to look at her. “Right…” he frowned, holding her closer to himself and resting his head against hers as he subconsciously sought comfort in her touch. The threats of her ex suitor continued to weigh heavily on his mind as he struggled once more to understand what could have made the knight so certain that he was right.
After some time had passed, he cleared his throat. “We shoul’ ge’ some sleep,” he murmured, pulling away from her to stand up. “’S late, an’ I don’ wan’ to wake up wi’h a headache t’morrow.” Once he felt steady enough on his feet, he braced one arm securely against the tree and offered her a hand to get up as well.
Crow lost some of his filter ^^;
It's never a bad idea to rewatch The Office xD I'm on season 6 right now lol
I was thinking that the same thing ^^ I'd be down to see how that goes if you want to use Gavin for that scene
It's never a bad idea to rewatch The Office xD I'm on season 6 right now lol
I was thinking that the same thing ^^ I'd be down to see how that goes if you want to use Gavin for that scene
Crow ate in silence while the knights talked amongst each other, trying not to let his anger with Gavin get the best of him. He really didn’t like how friendly the knight was getting with her. Even though Gavin hadn’t done anything particularly romantic or even different than how a typical friend might behave with another friend, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his choice of behavior than that. It made him want to get between them to put an end to whatever the knight was doing. However, knowing that Penelope didn’t see her comrade in the same light that he did, he restrained himself. He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea that he was trying to control her or tell her who she was permitted to see or anything like that.
He nearly managed to keep to himself, but then Gavin said something that made his head snap up in a mixture of surprise and anger: “You know… why don’t you sleep on my bedroll tonight?”
Crow glared at the knight with unbridled disgust. He knew Gavin was getting bold, but this was a whole new level of confidence. Did he really think he could get her to share a bed with him just because she was drunk? It sickened the thief that he would even consider trying to take advantage of her like that. He wrapped an arm protectively around her shoulders when she leaned into him, clenching his jaw as he prepared to intervene if the other man persisted in his attempt to win her back.
Even when Gavin tried to backtrack, Crow didn’t let him off so easily. “Y’said you’ll be keepin’ watch f’r most o’ the nigh’,” he pointed out, eyeing the other man with as much venom as he could muster. “I wond’r what yer plannin’ t’do f’r th’ rest of it?”
“That wasn’t what I meant,” Gavin returned his glare. “I just think it would be best for Penelope to have her own bed while she recovers.”
“Oh yeah?” Crow scoffed in blatant disbelief. “An’ wha’ diff’rence does ‘t make if she’s wi’h me instead? I cer’ainly can’t think of an’ good reas’n.”
Gavin gritted his teeth, as if he had something he wanted to say but was holding himself back. “I just think it’s a better idea for you both to focus on sobering up,” he said calmly after a pause.
“We c’n do tha’ while sharin’ a bed,” the thief said stubbornly. “Jus’ b’cause we’re sleepin’ nex’ to each oth’r doesn’ mean we ‘ave t’ sleep togeth’r. We’re no’ stupid. Tha’s why we did ‘t yes’erday.”
Gavin opened his mouth to respond, and then stopped, seeming to think something over as he studied the thief with a critical eye. “I don’t remember seeing you leave yesterday,” he said slowly.
“Tha’s b‘cause we left when y’ were all sleepin’,” Crow waved a hand dismissively. “Durin’ ‘er guard shif’.”
“Really?” Gavin’s eyes flicked towards Penelope for a moment before returning to the thief. “I didn’t know you had even gotten up.”
“Oh yeah,” Crow shrugged uncaringly. “I was awake f’r a long time. I go’ up t’ be wi’h this beauty—” he shot Penelope a flirtatious smirk. “’N then I took ov’r th’ res’ o’ her shif’ ‘cause she was tire’.”
“Is that so?” Gavin mused, seeming interested in this new information. He leaned forward slightly as he went on in an accusative voice. “Did you do anything else last night?”
Crow hesitated at that, leaning away from the knight and watching him with a wary gaze. He knew he shouldn’t tell Gavin any more than he already had, although he couldn’t remember the reason why. All he knew was that the thought of telling the other man about what he had done after taking Penelope’s shift raised a red flag inside of him that he was quick to heed. “No,” he finally answered, lowering his gaze and fidgeting with the hem of his tunic. It was much harder for him to hide his tics while he was drunk. “I didn’ do an’thin’ else. Jus’ woke ‘livia an’ wen’ to sleep.”
He nearly managed to keep to himself, but then Gavin said something that made his head snap up in a mixture of surprise and anger: “You know… why don’t you sleep on my bedroll tonight?”
Crow glared at the knight with unbridled disgust. He knew Gavin was getting bold, but this was a whole new level of confidence. Did he really think he could get her to share a bed with him just because she was drunk? It sickened the thief that he would even consider trying to take advantage of her like that. He wrapped an arm protectively around her shoulders when she leaned into him, clenching his jaw as he prepared to intervene if the other man persisted in his attempt to win her back.
Even when Gavin tried to backtrack, Crow didn’t let him off so easily. “Y’said you’ll be keepin’ watch f’r most o’ the nigh’,” he pointed out, eyeing the other man with as much venom as he could muster. “I wond’r what yer plannin’ t’do f’r th’ rest of it?”
“That wasn’t what I meant,” Gavin returned his glare. “I just think it would be best for Penelope to have her own bed while she recovers.”
“Oh yeah?” Crow scoffed in blatant disbelief. “An’ wha’ diff’rence does ‘t make if she’s wi’h me instead? I cer’ainly can’t think of an’ good reas’n.”
Gavin gritted his teeth, as if he had something he wanted to say but was holding himself back. “I just think it’s a better idea for you both to focus on sobering up,” he said calmly after a pause.
“We c’n do tha’ while sharin’ a bed,” the thief said stubbornly. “Jus’ b’cause we’re sleepin’ nex’ to each oth’r doesn’ mean we ‘ave t’ sleep togeth’r. We’re no’ stupid. Tha’s why we did ‘t yes’erday.”
Gavin opened his mouth to respond, and then stopped, seeming to think something over as he studied the thief with a critical eye. “I don’t remember seeing you leave yesterday,” he said slowly.
“Tha’s b‘cause we left when y’ were all sleepin’,” Crow waved a hand dismissively. “Durin’ ‘er guard shif’.”
“Really?” Gavin’s eyes flicked towards Penelope for a moment before returning to the thief. “I didn’t know you had even gotten up.”
“Oh yeah,” Crow shrugged uncaringly. “I was awake f’r a long time. I go’ up t’ be wi’h this beauty—” he shot Penelope a flirtatious smirk. “’N then I took ov’r th’ res’ o’ her shif’ ‘cause she was tire’.”
“Is that so?” Gavin mused, seeming interested in this new information. He leaned forward slightly as he went on in an accusative voice. “Did you do anything else last night?”
Crow hesitated at that, leaning away from the knight and watching him with a wary gaze. He knew he shouldn’t tell Gavin any more than he already had, although he couldn’t remember the reason why. All he knew was that the thought of telling the other man about what he had done after taking Penelope’s shift raised a red flag inside of him that he was quick to heed. “No,” he finally answered, lowering his gaze and fidgeting with the hem of his tunic. It was much harder for him to hide his tics while he was drunk. “I didn’ do an’thin’ else. Jus’ woke ‘livia an’ wen’ to sleep.”
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