[Maketh sets the whiskey down on the table without a word, then goes to fetch glasses. She doesn't know how to do this sort of thing, not really. It's been years since she mourned the passing of a friend - though it's not like Dorian is dead, exactly. Just...gone. She lays out the glasses, then joins Henry on the couch. It feels right to lean against him, offering her presence as support if he wants it.] Itani and her brother had a toast they gave to the fallen. Would you like to hear it?
[It's not the same, of course, but it's something.]
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Date: 2016-05-10 12:30 am (UTC)[It's not the same, of course, but it's something.]