He takes the drink and smirks, noting the pink in his friend's cheeks.
"Bold words for someone already slowing down. If it's too much for you, then feel free to give up..." He turns his head to grin at Emet-Selch, pulling back so that he can down his drink. Setting the glass back on the table he pushes it aside, and chuckles. He's feeling warm by now too, but not nearly as flushed as Emet-Selch.
He notes the third glass and his heart squeezes slightly- both because he misses Azem dearly, but because the gesture is also so sickeningly sentimental that he can't help the adoring look he shoots the other man. A slave to sentiment, even after an eternity. It's part of what he loves about his friend.
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"Bold words for someone already slowing down. If it's too much for you, then feel free to give up..." He turns his head to grin at Emet-Selch, pulling back so that he can down his drink. Setting the glass back on the table he pushes it aside, and chuckles. He's feeling warm by now too, but not nearly as flushed as Emet-Selch.
He notes the third glass and his heart squeezes slightly- both because he misses Azem dearly, but because the gesture is also so sickeningly sentimental that he can't help the adoring look he shoots the other man. A slave to sentiment, even after an eternity. It's part of what he loves about his friend.