“Do you want something to drink?” Lo asks, concentrating on his concoction. “No. I’m going to call someone to come over. If they’re still here in the morning, can you do the usual?” He hesitates, and the bottle of bourbon freezes above his glass. “I may be passed out. I’ve been drinking shitty beer all night.” Oh. He’s about to get wasted.
Dude, this is heartbreaking if you read kiss the sky first...
