Re: log: blake and graham, thorne house
Graham couldn't think of one reason why he should say no to the offer of a drink. He could, however, think of a hell of a lot of reasons why he should say yes. "Sure," he said, going for flat-out honesty, even as Blake slipped by and went into the study. After a moment, he followed. He'd never lived in a house with a study, his own father had never had a study, and wealth like this was only ever viewed from an outsider's perspective. It wasn't his. It would never be his. It was real generous, him letting them stay and all, but they were very much guests.
He didn't care what was in the bottle, as long as it was strong. Silence was just fine by him, he didn't need conversation, but words came anyway and mention of the party made his jaw tighten. Having too good a time at the damn party screwed him over once the sun came up, and he wished he'd pretended it was all a dream and left it at that. He didn't answer, at least not right away, silence as the whiskey was poured. It wasn't until the glass was offered and he took it that he spoke at all. "No. Nobody fucking did." A slight smile. "Thanks."
Small talk wasn't what he was expecting, and he raised his eyebrows as he drank. To hell with savoring, he just wanted to forget. "Helped, yeah." He shrugged. "We looked out for each other. Wasn't going to let them get killed."