[ He has no business being bothered by the fact that she takes a drink, but that doesn't stop him from feeling vaguely jealous. Eddie chalks it up to how much they've had to drink, because it should mean nothing to him if she's been in love. Eddie drains his glass, deeming the game finished, reaching to set it on the low coffee table in front of them. ]
Nothing like that. [ Eddie answers her with a low laugh, noting that she already seems to be properly drunk. He's pretty close himself, and he has no interested in getting her wasted. They've reached a pleasant place he thinks, as he slides closer to her on the couch. ] You feeling okay?
[ Without thinking, he places his arm around her shoulders, as though to steady her. The whole point was to help her relax, and he hopes he hasn't pushed things too far beyond that. ]
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Nothing like that. [ Eddie answers her with a low laugh, noting that she already seems to be properly drunk. He's pretty close himself, and he has no interested in getting her wasted. They've reached a pleasant place he thinks, as he slides closer to her on the couch. ] You feeling okay?
[ Without thinking, he places his arm around her shoulders, as though to steady her. The whole point was to help her relax, and he hopes he hasn't pushed things too far beyond that. ]