[ he wants to snap at hawk for what's clearly a pity move, glaring at his now presumably safe whiskey and the iced water that joins it. hawk being right grates at his nerves, and he pushes his mother and the lake house from his mind, because spending any amount of time with his mother right now would be like swallowing glass, and morgan would be there with her own commentary, and lyr, his now-teenaged nephew that he actually loves would probably look at him with disgust even though embry has spent his entire life chasing his diapered butt around the halls of vivienne's mansion and being his favorite uncle.
jesus christ. erin needs a pregnancy test. his mouth grows dry at the sudden realization, his stomach dropping like the jet has done a nosedive. the whiskey goes down easily now when he picks up the glass, finishing it off in two swallows. how fucking ironic would it be if both of vivienne's children had babies under the worst circumstances?
he lurches to his feet, wrapping his fingers around the neck of the bottle to take a swig directly from the source. the drink soothes him, but he really wishes he had a goddamn ambien. ]
What, you got your beauty sleep during all those meetings they had you sit through today?
[ he gives hawk a sour look. he's already guessed what the details of this piss-poor plan might be, and he doesn't have the energy to pursue the thought right now. later, when they're in italy, after he's had proper tagliatelle and a bottle of red, he'll press for details and puncture holes in the plan. right now, all he does is pull off his belt and tie, leaving his shoes in the corner. ]
It's meant for two. [ he doesn't look at hawk as he hangs his blazer in the narrow closet space, the implications of his statement hanging like fruit ready to drop. that hawk could join him. that he and ash have done this before. that embry doesn't even know what the fuck he's saying. ] I don't care if you're in it.
[ it's the worst possible way to relay that he wants hawk to join him, but he shuts his mouth, leaving the rest of his clothes on because undressing right now feels more awkward than continuing to speak. he takes another swallow of whiskey, migrating the bottle to his bedside before throwing himself down onto the mattress with a groan. very intentionally, he only takes up one side.
in the dim lights, he watches hawk through his lashed gaze, somehow still functionally alert after the day they've had. his mind wanders to the times he used to be able to skim his hands over naked skin, keeping hawk's body firmly at the forefront of his thoughts lest the memories of the grainy video take over. ]
Have you been back to Italy? [ his voice is quiet, heavy with whiskey and exhaustion. ] Since you were shot?
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jesus christ. erin needs a pregnancy test. his mouth grows dry at the sudden realization, his stomach dropping like the jet has done a nosedive. the whiskey goes down easily now when he picks up the glass, finishing it off in two swallows. how fucking ironic would it be if both of vivienne's children had babies under the worst circumstances?
he lurches to his feet, wrapping his fingers around the neck of the bottle to take a swig directly from the source. the drink soothes him, but he really wishes he had a goddamn ambien. ]
What, you got your beauty sleep during all those meetings they had you sit through today?
[ he gives hawk a sour look. he's already guessed what the details of this piss-poor plan might be, and he doesn't have the energy to pursue the thought right now. later, when they're in italy, after he's had proper tagliatelle and a bottle of red, he'll press for details and puncture holes in the plan. right now, all he does is pull off his belt and tie, leaving his shoes in the corner. ]
It's meant for two. [ he doesn't look at hawk as he hangs his blazer in the narrow closet space, the implications of his statement hanging like fruit ready to drop. that hawk could join him. that he and ash have done this before. that embry doesn't even know what the fuck he's saying. ] I don't care if you're in it.
[ it's the worst possible way to relay that he wants hawk to join him, but he shuts his mouth, leaving the rest of his clothes on because undressing right now feels more awkward than continuing to speak. he takes another swallow of whiskey, migrating the bottle to his bedside before throwing himself down onto the mattress with a groan. very intentionally, he only takes up one side.
in the dim lights, he watches hawk through his lashed gaze, somehow still functionally alert after the day they've had. his mind wanders to the times he used to be able to skim his hands over naked skin, keeping hawk's body firmly at the forefront of his thoughts lest the memories of the grainy video take over. ]
Have you been back to Italy? [ his voice is quiet, heavy with whiskey and exhaustion. ] Since you were shot?