[ he takes a long swig from the bottle when it's offered to him, letting out a contented breath. her descriptor gets something of a wan smile out of him, remembering how it had felt to burn the house down he'd shared with his family. he's suddenly grateful not to have that much space to think. ] What're you gonna do with it? [ the space. he takes another shorter drink before handing the bottle back, licking his lips. ]
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