Her silence concerned him, but he read it as understanding rather than pity. The offer of more booze seemed to seal that idea firmly in his mind, and once again he took the offer, draining the bottle. The motions she was making were leaving him speechless, and between the whiskey and the thought that she might actually be flirting with him, his pale face was beginning to turn pink. The lingering anxiety dissolved, overpowered by this feeling of comfort. His breathing deepened, and he felt himself sink into sleep... welcomed it. The last thing he saw before he closed his eyes was the bright hue of her hair.

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