"Well yes, that would be one downside," Jacen flashed a quick, tired smirk in her direction before swigging another gulp of the tequila.
"It's a nice enough drink." The after effects were quite pleasant now he was used to the burn of the drink.
The feel of her hand against his arm was a familiar one. How many times had they sat together like this before over the years?
It felt strange now.
"I don't care what others think of me or my actions," he kept his tone neutral. "They can support me or hate me. but at least they always knew I was real of nothing else."