She's quiet for a moment, and then she reaches out, brushing his hair away from his face. There's a difference in this gesture compared to what she would have done several months ago, a difference to both of their gestures lately, but she hasn't quite acknowledged it yet.
"You know, I know another place," she says. "Quiet, and the alcohol's free."
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"You know, I know another place," she says. "Quiet, and the alcohol's free."