[He's not subtle. Not by a long shot. Maybe a few degrees less of a bull before the outbreak hit, before the breakup, the arguments over who saw Sarah when— and how many times he had to cancel on her or straight up work through it all. It was the foundation for everything else that calcified overtop of it later on, and it's part of why he doesn't waste time on niceties anymore.
Joel digs through the clinking bottles to fish up something dusty: clearly held onto by its owner for the day the conflict ends. Pulling it up to the light of an oil lamp, he narrows his eyes at the liquid sloshing around inside of it just to make sure.] Whiskey. Irish, if the label's right.
[Their end of the bargain done and dealt with, apparently. From there, he turns his attention to what Henry's holding.] It'll keep until we get our asses out of here.
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Joel digs through the clinking bottles to fish up something dusty: clearly held onto by its owner for the day the conflict ends. Pulling it up to the light of an oil lamp, he narrows his eyes at the liquid sloshing around inside of it just to make sure.] Whiskey. Irish, if the label's right.
[Their end of the bargain done and dealt with, apparently. From there, he turns his attention to what Henry's holding.] It'll keep until we get our asses out of here.
Catch.
[Better put those reflexes to good use, partner.]