[Liem can tell easily enough that he’s travelled as far down this particular avenue as Matt is willing to go—and besides which, Matt is right. Even if Liem had been circling around the topic of his other hand, loath to ask outright about the lack that was staring him in the face, the gravity of it was what kept him there. Eventually, it was bound to pull him in.
He sighs quietly, lifts his gaze from Matt’s palm. And he drinks again from the flask, withdrawing his hand back to the warm stone next to him so he can offer the flask back.]
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He sighs quietly, lifts his gaze from Matt’s palm. And he drinks again from the flask, withdrawing his hand back to the warm stone next to him so he can offer the flask back.]
Matt. Why did you choose to give it up?