Re: Marvel, Saranac Lake: Sylvie & Dec & Clem
[Declan was willing to take the crown for worst host. Clementine might recall that this wasn't exactly his idea, but he'd gone along with it with his usual degree of non-gusto. As long as Declan didn't counter something with vehement denial, it was practically a state of agreement. The occasional sour expression was just par for the course. He wasn't some kind of robot that could just smile all the damn time. The prospect of being the worst of anything was more relieving than daunting, because being the worst meant not having to try.
Despite that, he did pour Sylvia a glass of wine. And he topped off Clementine's glass of bourbon when it got low. The first of many refills.
It would be late when the evening was called to an end, when Clementine was pushed off to bed, and Sylvie was nudged out the door. Declan cleaned up the glasses, and he finally got to take his pills when he was sure that he was alone. He went and sat out on the front porch to wait for the medicine to kick in, sat in a wooden rocking chair and enjoyed the crisp night air while the pills turned gentle in his blood, making the idea of stairs bearable.]