[ Not long at all, then. Gabe lifts his glass, giving her a salute. More grim than lazy this time, wondering if his mood is about to swing into something more melancholy. He's been doing that more and more lately, Gabe's realizing. Turning bitter and brittle, letting his thoughts swing too far away from him.
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He takes another swig. ]
Nowhere else to go. Not like we can leave.