[ iris blinks down at the glass before his smile turns sheepish. god his breath must reek. this time when he raises the glass to his lips, he downs its contents in one quick go.

all relative, finn says. iris looks at the empty glass in his hands, how water would have been his first choice to offer too, if it had been the other way around. maybe they're all different, but maybe they're all the same where it matters most. ]

I don't think we've got any of that back in Seattle. But I'm not really the best to ask, either... I only just started getting out a couple weeks ago.