How often does a rocket launcher fall into your hands? If you don't make the most of it then why bother.
He lifts a shoulder, glances at the racks. Presumably this is good wine, right? As wine goes. Wouldn't matter how much they needed, this is more than anyone needs, now.
"That'll get you more'n giggly." In the long run that won't help. He hasn't been drunk since that night with Beth-- since the still they burned down. Didn't help, then; but maybe it was a piece of making sense of things, a needful step. Maybe it was just getting shitfaced.
Since then there's never been the safety, the time, the need. If Aaron needs, they'll make up the rest, he's too tired of loss-- because every loss is everyone's loss-- to give a shit about sense. Won't help, but maybe the headache tomorrow'll give him something practical to be miserable about.
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He lifts a shoulder, glances at the racks. Presumably this is good wine, right? As wine goes. Wouldn't matter how much they needed, this is more than anyone needs, now.
"That'll get you more'n giggly." In the long run that won't help. He hasn't been drunk since that night with Beth-- since the still they burned down. Didn't help, then; but maybe it was a piece of making sense of things, a needful step. Maybe it was just getting shitfaced.
Since then there's never been the safety, the time, the need. If Aaron needs, they'll make up the rest, he's too tired of loss-- because every loss is everyone's loss-- to give a shit about sense. Won't help, but maybe the headache tomorrow'll give him something practical to be miserable about.