“Nah, not hard at all.” Greg said after a moment, taking long drag from his cup. The point of drinking was to get out of your mind, and Greg was getting there. His body already felt pleasantly tingly, and hot with the beverage coursing through him. “Yeah, you’re smart. If there were anyone I would trust with that sort of thing, it’s you.” He said.
He draped his arm over her when she felt her shiver, not aware that it was of something other than the slight chill that always hung in the dungeon air. “Things have… they’ve been alright.” He muttered, a bit distractedly. He couldn’t stop staring at her, more importantly her lips and how pretty she was and how she’d always been there for him and how he suddenly wanted to kiss her. He downed the rest of his drink, the alcohol still on his lips when he leaned in to press them against hers.