five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

Although he wasn't being particularly quiet as he stumbled through the castle halls and outside, he hadn't expected to be loud enough to have been heard. When he heard a body push through the doors he hadn't closed, he slowly turned to meet the gaze of his brother and sighed, though out of relief it wasn't someone else. If it was Bowen, he wasn't sure he could take another 'talk' about himself and his feelings right now so he was pleased to see that it was Art and that he also didn't seem disappointed that he laid drinking at the doors to the castle.

He chuckled at his words, silver gaze following his brothers blurry blue form over to the bottle that he collected on a nearby table though couldn't find words to respond before he was being asked about the occasion and being offered the bottle. He wasn't exactly sure he wanted to unleash everything onto the brother, and so he smiled as he took the bottle and raised it slightly. "To you of course, and Briar." He brought the bottle back down to his lips then, hoping to drown his thoughts with a large swallow before passing it back to his brother with a hiccup.

"Speech."