Re: [The Cat: Nishka & Cat & Jack]
"Nishka," she supplied, glancing between them, acknowledging Cat with a nod of thanks for her refilled glass, but her eyes settling on Jack as he spoke of the different breeds of whiskey. She considered her whiskey for a beat, and then allowed a wry smile.
"Meaningful, in that it was the favourite of someone I love. Loved," she corrected with a bit of a wince. She didn't think what she felt for James would ever be past tense, but she had to get used to the idea of it. She had to force her head to acknowledge that he was gone, to catch up with what her heart already knew. "He was Irish, and he loved his whiskey. He'd be damned disappointed that I'm drinking it though," she said with a huff of laughter. The night he'd died, her sobriety had died with him.