[ Shit. Everything he can remember hadn't managed to knock him off the wagon, so whatever did must've been bad. But that can wait for as long as it has to - what Tony's telling him is worth the full weight of his concern.
He knows exactly how important his sobriety is to him. ]
Tony.
[ It's too late for the No Problem act. I'm not even sure how I'd managed to keep going for this long. But what else is there? What can he say, really, now that the problem has come and gone - weathered alone.
For a moment he just sits there, caught on the brink of speech after realising he doesn't know what should come out of his mouth next... then his face folds with regret, with the pain of that revelation on behalf of a friend who can't show it, shoulders dropping as he gives up on the notion of saying the right thing. There is no right thing. ]
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He knows exactly how important his sobriety is to him. ]
Tony.
[ It's too late for the No Problem act. I'm not even sure how I'd managed to keep going for this long. But what else is there? What can he say, really, now that the problem has come and gone - weathered alone.
For a moment he just sits there, caught on the brink of speech after realising he doesn't know what should come out of his mouth next... then his face folds with regret, with the pain of that revelation on behalf of a friend who can't show it, shoulders dropping as he gives up on the notion of saying the right thing. There is no right thing. ]
Shit. I'm sorry.