[There's a brief moment where the angle his face is at makes the darker circles under his eyes more pronounced, making him look a particular degree of exhausted that's uncommon for him, but he smiles anyway. He moves soon enough, the shadows less deep-set on his face as he goes to stand up, righting his lounge pants where they'd twisted a bit on his hips.] I should have another tumbler. Where are you taking me?
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