[Admittedly he's a little surprised by that, at least enough so that his nerves start creeping back in through the haze of his alcohol-induced buzz. He didn't say something wrong, did he? Was there another, better way he should have gone about this? What is he even going to do when they get back to his place?
But, as usual, he doesn't give voice to any of these thoughts and doubts. He follows Turlough in silence, all the way back to the apartment.]
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But, as usual, he doesn't give voice to any of these thoughts and doubts. He follows Turlough in silence, all the way back to the apartment.]