[Kaine nearly drops the cup as it's passed to him, the thought is so loud. It slams into him like a car crash, lighting up ever nerve at once as his heart suddenly struggles to contain the overflow of emotion: embarrassment, panic, desire, affection, indignation, desperation, shame.

Fuck. FUCK!

There was only one way to deal with this. And that was to down the entire cup of whiskey in one go.

Thankfully the burn as it goes down is strong enough to distract from all this other bad feelings right now! Great news even as it settles into a pit of fire in his stomach.]

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