[ ah... the lin smile is so soothing. he takes his own drink, the healthy mind one, and just takes a sip of it unbothered, and then leans into lin jingheng's side easily and takes up that space. nice.

also i've decided the third cup he has actually smells like that delicious highball whiskey. he's set it kind of far away from the others - just as an option. lin can drink it and go to sleep if he wants, but he also knows its been a rough day and it might be nice to have something that tastes good.

the question about scaramouche... he shakes his head. ]

Angry. I asked him to let me look at his arm and...I did the best I could with it.

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...He's like me, you know. [ the drink loosens his tongue so easily, the confession coming up smooth with the liquor, bittersweet like lemon. ] Someone more built than born.