“I know,” Dean answered, shifting in the direction of the bed. He observed Eric move, try to flip barely to show up up at him; he saw, too, when the stunning ache sucked the color from his brother's cheeks. “Here,” Dean stated quickly.
Eric's fingers were shaking as he reached for the glass and introduced it lower back to his colorless lips. Wincing, he swallowed the whole amount, then wiped his mouth with the decrease returned of his bony wrist.
Eric tried to smile. “I'd kill for a margarita from Ray's Boathouse appropriate about now ... and a platter of Penn Cove mussels ... ”
“Tequila and shellfish-with your tolerance for booze? Sorry, pal, however I'll have to skip on that little fantasy.”
“I'm now no longer seventeen anymore,” Eric said. “I don't slam alcohol till I puke.”
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