But she lets it drop. There's an old pang there, the faint nostalgic sting of rejection. Still, Sans looks like he's about to tip over any moment.
"Here." Alice shoots a glance behind the bar, then slips the bottle beneath an arm. They won't miss it. She offers the other one out to Sans. "Let me walk you back. I don't feel like drinking alone."
That's what Ryan's for. She hesitates, then panders:
"Or walking alone. Really. Come on, we should both go with somebody."
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But she lets it drop. There's an old pang there, the faint nostalgic sting of rejection. Still, Sans looks like he's about to tip over any moment.
"Here." Alice shoots a glance behind the bar, then slips the bottle beneath an arm. They won't miss it. She offers the other one out to Sans. "Let me walk you back. I don't feel like drinking alone."
That's what Ryan's for. She hesitates, then panders:
"Or walking alone. Really. Come on, we should both go with somebody."