Am I really Talking to You About This

Shaye must have grabbed a particularly strong bottle, his body felt unusually warm and his head was already fogging up. Shaye was a good drinking partner though, she took another swig and pushed the bottle back. Their liquid fire would be gone in no time at this point. He smiled at the thought of easily killing the bottle with her and took another swig. Winter returned to his shoulder and Shaye flopped on the ground. He almost followed her lead but lowered himself more gently with the white raven in mind. What he didn’t expect was for Shaye to be a sad drunk. As he had been vulnerable with her so she returned the favor. She missed them. Them. He couldn’t be exactly sure who she spoke of but he guessed it was her parents, Bass probably. Rhyme hadn’t known any of them well and couldn’t exactly mourn with her, but he knew the heartache of stolen years.

Had he been sober he would have been much more understanding, maybe even offered a bit of physical comfort. However, the alcohol was already effecting him and that was not what happened. "I didn’t take you for a sad drunk." He offered with an odd mix of empathy and amusement as he wagged his tail behind him. He let his gaze wander over her relaxed form, watching the moon play in her fur. He was taken aback at the sight, feeling like in this moment he was really seeing her for the first time.