[ He sits up straighter at that gesture to the bartender, at the promise of more alcohol to come. Man, this stuff has really worked its magic on Vander, hasn't it? He almost wonders what that'll be like, once he gets some of it in him — the way his own mood will be altered; the way he'll continue to pick up on Vander's; the way Vander will pick up on his.
It sure sounds relaxing as fuck, and turns out that's kinda something to look forward to.
He takes Vander's hand, gives him a good, firm shake while he's still got the capacity to. ] Amos.
[ And, releasing it, decides to soak up some more of his feelings while watching the bartender prep their next round. His smile is lazy, content. ]
Sure could do worse. [ When it comes to feeling others' feelings; when it comes to present company. ] If I can get the hang of it, though, then anybody can. You got nothing to worry about.
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It sure sounds relaxing as fuck, and turns out that's kinda something to look forward to.
He takes Vander's hand, gives him a good, firm shake while he's still got the capacity to. ] Amos.
[ And, releasing it, decides to soak up some more of his feelings while watching the bartender prep their next round. His smile is lazy, content. ]
Sure could do worse. [ When it comes to feeling others' feelings; when it comes to present company. ] If I can get the hang of it, though, then anybody can. You got nothing to worry about.