[ he drops the glass on the bartop with a heavy clink, sucking liquor off his lips as he tries to think of an answer that won't break both of their brains. unfortunately, none exists. ]
How long. [ it's a demand, not a question, his eyes lifting to alex's face before thinking better of it and dropping right back into his empty glass, wrapping both hands around it now. ]
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How long. [ it's a demand, not a question, his eyes lifting to alex's face before thinking better of it and dropping right back into his empty glass, wrapping both hands around it now. ]