[It takes him a while to cry himself out, and afterwards he looks -- and feels -- a wreck. But he takes the drink with a weary nod of thanks, holding the glass in both hands, staring down at the floor.]
I know you'd be happier if I said I didn't want to kill him for this... but I do.
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I know you'd be happier if I said I didn't want to kill him for this... but I do.