[She's not too fussed about having to pull away. The wine is a nice balm, anyway. She takes a hesitant little sip after a blow or two, enough time to distract her from thinking I'm not very good, really. Neither is John, or House, or Danny. That's fine. ]
This is good. [The wine. The company. ] I probably won't make you laugh today, though. I feel like a frozen rat.
That's all right. You don't need to be good company.
[ They don't even really need to talk, even if that makes for boring ass log tags. John is a master of sitting in comfortable silence, has no urge to fill it. They can just sip the wine and vibe in the warmth. ]
[Might be, could be, it's always hard to tell when you're a little drunk, when you're comfortable, when you're warm. She tries, instead: ] Tell me about your day?
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This is good. [The wine. The company. ] I probably won't make you laugh today, though. I feel like a frozen rat.
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[ They don't even really need to talk, even if that makes for boring ass log tags. John is a master of sitting in comfortable silence, has no urge to fill it. They can just sip the wine and vibe in the warmth. ]
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[Might be, could be, it's always hard to tell when you're a little drunk, when you're comfortable, when you're warm. She tries, instead: ] Tell me about your day?