[ barry doesn't bristle, but his entire aura seems to deflate. he doesn't look at anders, picking up his glass to hold it in his hand before he tips it back. this is what it should look like to drown your sorrows, except barry's never had the chance to do so since waking from his coma. he's never actually tried to cope with liquor before. ]
You could say that.
[ god, it still burns a little, but he thinks he's getting used to it — or maybe the focus on mom and dad has him distracted by the way it coats itself thickly along his throat and wants to literally set it on fire. ]
Usually I just run until I can't. It's free; alcohol usually isn't.
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You could say that.
[ god, it still burns a little, but he thinks he's getting used to it — or maybe the focus on mom and dad has him distracted by the way it coats itself thickly along his throat and wants to literally set it on fire. ]
Usually I just run until I can't. It's free; alcohol usually isn't.