[ Drake managed to find the crackers and is just coming back with them and a refilled water glass, setting them down on Ephemera's nightstand. He doesn't hear the other man come back, with his boots off, until he says something.
Something very good.
Ephemera's drunk, Drake recognizes. But still said it. He just hopes it's not something the other man regrets in the morning one way or another. There's no way he's not going to smile at hearing it, though. Soft and warm and fond. He crosses back to where Ephemera's leaning against the wall, reaching out to be leaned on instead. ]
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Something very good.
Ephemera's drunk, Drake recognizes. But still said it. He just hopes it's not something the other man regrets in the morning one way or another. There's no way he's not going to smile at hearing it, though. Soft and warm and fond. He crosses back to where Ephemera's leaning against the wall, reaching out to be leaned on instead. ]
C'mere.