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No. Even his altered mental state wasn’t suicidal enough to kill itself with three drinks. Just one more would be bad enough already…

And after having another glass – oh he’d have to get another bottle… – he put it down and sighed, though really, he was feeling a lot better about it. Or well, caring less. And though he’s feeling more than a little warm, he kinda just wants to sit and cuddle, without worries, and he may be smiling more right now while his fear about what might happen gets drowned by the nice feeling in his head right now. It felt nice to think less…