[ The glass is righted before it can spill, set aside. That leaves Fjord helping Molly back to the bed, adjusting the pillows as best he can in his woozy ale-soaked haze; he builds a fort around Molly's head with the pillows. Now he can't roll off the bed, at least. ]
You make him happy too, that's all he cares about.
[ He slumps on the outside of the fort, reaching for Molly's hand because why not. Everything's a mess anyway. ]
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You make him happy too, that's all he cares about.
[ He slumps on the outside of the fort, reaching for Molly's hand because why not. Everything's a mess anyway. ]