[ kovacs clearly doesn't feel the same sentiment about the scent of the smoke, since he hasn't done much in refraining from smoking in his own room plenty, windows typically closed when he does so since he isn't too concerned about its lingering presence. mostly, he's indifferent to it, since he wouldn't consider himself an addict in most sleeves he's paired into; elias ryker has proven to be one of the heavier ones, but kovacs does find a sort of comfort in keeping his hands frequently busy, already used to the muscle memory of popping open a cigarette box and pulling out a stick, this thumbs calloused from the frequent flick of the lighter.
is whiskey yours, he smirks at the question, since he doubts there's much of a limit to how many vices he actually carries. the fact that alcohol does nothing for hydration isn't lost on him, but then, he isn't the nurse in the room, looking for logical cures. he just finds the easiest ones, temporary as they are.
he steps over further enough to pass the filled glass over into her hand before he returns to the dresser to pour one for himself. instead of abandoning the bottle there, still carrying some whiskey even as it nears the bottle, he takes it in hand, along with his glass as he returns to her once more, lowering himself down onto the floor a short ways in front of her, legs outstretched to the side as he sets the bottle down between them. ]
Alright. [ he takes a sip of his drink, letting it burn against his lips for a moment before turning his eyes to her. ] So why'd you really go outside?
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is whiskey yours, he smirks at the question, since he doubts there's much of a limit to how many vices he actually carries. the fact that alcohol does nothing for hydration isn't lost on him, but then, he isn't the nurse in the room, looking for logical cures. he just finds the easiest ones, temporary as they are.
he steps over further enough to pass the filled glass over into her hand before he returns to the dresser to pour one for himself. instead of abandoning the bottle there, still carrying some whiskey even as it nears the bottle, he takes it in hand, along with his glass as he returns to her once more, lowering himself down onto the floor a short ways in front of her, legs outstretched to the side as he sets the bottle down between them. ]
Alright. [ he takes a sip of his drink, letting it burn against his lips for a moment before turning his eyes to her. ] So why'd you really go outside?