[She's not even done with the glas and he's offering her the bottle. That said, Fiona doesn't hesitate to take it, a likely unsurprising development. It's almost reflex -- there's no pause of hesitation or politeness, she's simply reaching for it and aiming to wrap it under her arm.
Meanwhile, she has to crane her neck to look up at him once he gets close.]
Well...yeah. But like...you know, comfort levels and being familiar with--why are we talking about this again?
[Not quite drunk enough for a totally lose tongue. Maybe if she had some painkillers to combine it with, but the pain is unfortunately still ever-present in her wrist.]
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Meanwhile, she has to crane her neck to look up at him once he gets close.]
Well...yeah. But like...you know, comfort levels and being familiar with--why are we talking about this again?
[Not quite drunk enough for a totally lose tongue. Maybe if she had some painkillers to combine it with, but the pain is unfortunately still ever-present in her wrist.]