Holsten nodded in understanding. He didn’t want to be here any longer than he had to either. Likely for different yet somewhat similar reasons. Like he’d said before, the weather usually wasn’t a factor for him.
He smirked at her mention of missing the heat though. He took another drink, feeling the heat from the whiskey itself before handing the bottle directly to her. He slipped the shirt from his arms then, not that it made much of a difference with how open it had been. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he went on to say, still smirking, “It’s plenty warm here.”
He smirked at her mention of missing the heat though. He took another drink, feeling the heat from the whiskey itself before handing the bottle directly to her. He slipped the shirt from his arms then, not that it made much of a difference with how open it had been. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he went on to say, still smirking, “It’s plenty warm here.”