[ She wasn't sure what she had been expecting from it all, but in the end, she's relatively certain that that response wasn't it. Maybe she had just been expecting long bouts of silence, or some sort of conversation that would have involved her having to emphasize how she didn't blame them, how she mostly blamed the town and maybe a small bit of her blamed herself - none of which she was particularly keen on saying out loud, really.
She lifts her head to look up at him as he puts his glass down, brow creased, but surprisingly, she doesn't ask questions. She puts down her own glass as she gets up, picks up the whiskey like he told her to and motions for him to lead the way.
It's not often Moira isn't prying for more information, so maybe he should take this for the small miracle it is. ]
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She lifts her head to look up at him as he puts his glass down, brow creased, but surprisingly, she doesn't ask questions. She puts down her own glass as she gets up, picks up the whiskey like he told her to and motions for him to lead the way.
It's not often Moira isn't prying for more information, so maybe he should take this for the small miracle it is. ]