[A wary glance from her to the bottle then back to her -- "Are you sure?" -- then he reaches out towards it, fingertips closing around the neck carefully, as if he's not sure if she'll let him take it for real. But she makes no move towards it, so he pulls it to him, uncaps and swallows in one shot despite the burn that accompanies it and it's not really enough to contribute much but it's a start. A wearing away at the gnawing edges.
Give him a few moments, the too-bright gleam will start to dull to something a little more manageable.]
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Give him a few moments, the too-bright gleam will start to dull to something a little more manageable.]
But what?