"Nahhh," he slurred, flailing his hand a bit in what was no doubt supposed to be a dismissive gesture. "Nothing exciting up there, Jess." When she attempted to take the bottle from him, his brows furrowed and his grip tightened on it. As his one source of relief for thoughts of his no longer existent brother, he wasn't ready to let it go. "What're you doing?" he asked, frowning as he jerked the bottle back. "S'mine. You don't drink anyway."
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