Seamus watched Neville go with a frown. His stomach churned in what he knew wasn't hunger. Letting out a breath he didn't remember holding, Seamus tried to shrug off that guilt. I'll stop this one day, he vowed to himself.
I can do it whenever I like.
Nodding to himself, he got up and found the closest stash inside the pocket of his extra robe. The weight of the bottle felt just right in his hands. Seamus checked the door once more and took a swig.
The burn of the liquid down his throat washed away the memory of Neville's words.