Three in the morning wasn't time for much but leeping, and Andy would have been asleep soundly at this hour had she not rolled over and felt a cool spot where she should have felt Booker's warm solidity behind her. It got her up and out of bed to go look for him, pausing in the doorway when she saw him and the whiskey bottles.
They all drank: it was a hazard of their age as much as their occupation. She watched Booker drink, and sighed softly, padding over to his chair and letting her fingertips drift over his shoulder. It would take time for her to slip back into being overly demonstrative in her affection, though she hoped by now the others were secure in the knowledge that she loved them as dearly as she knew how.
"Book," she murmured quietly. "What's wrong?" Why wasn't he in bed, why was he drinking alone, sitting alone in another room without them: all the questions rolled into one, leaving Andy concerned and settling into a crouch by the edge of his chair.
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Date: 2020-09-10 02:46 am (UTC)They all drank: it was a hazard of their age as much as their occupation. She watched Booker drink, and sighed softly, padding over to his chair and letting her fingertips drift over his shoulder. It would take time for her to slip back into being overly demonstrative in her affection, though she hoped by now the others were secure in the knowledge that she loved them as dearly as she knew how.
"Book," she murmured quietly. "What's wrong?" Why wasn't he in bed, why was he drinking alone, sitting alone in another room without them: all the questions rolled into one, leaving Andy concerned and settling into a crouch by the edge of his chair.