[attr="class","beck"]"if he died."

despite what it might come across as, his words carry no threat with them. he supposes he should clarify for both their sakes.

"not killed, but just died."

[attr="class","noodles"]Alexandra Briarwood

She tenses at the thought, eyes growing dark even as he clarifies the circumstances. Unfortunately, Killian’s death is something that has crossed her mind, especially recently. She lived a year without him and it was torture. That was knowing he was still alive, of course. Knowing he’s gone . . . Forever. “Yes,” For how long, though, she couldn’t answer, “I can’t imagine a life after Killian,” she’s honest, the implication is clear.

THEO BECKETT

[attr="class","beck"]"good."

he raises his glass, sips, then sets it back down — a movement so ingrained in him that it's long become part of him.

"you can ask now, briarwood."

[attr="class","noodles"]Alexandra Briarwood

She doesn’t sip. The thought of life without Killian Decker makes her sick to her stomach. It shows in the way her lips purse in disgust. The amber eyes that were fixed on the dark liquor rise to meet his, “Ask what?” she growls, low, hesitant as if she knows what it is but doesn’t quite want to say it.

THEO BECKETT

[attr="class","beck"]"questions."

he plays dumb.

"you said you had more?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Alexandra Briarwood

Her head tilts slightly.

She remains stubborn.

“I’m done.”

The whiskey disappears in one swift shot.

“Is there anything else you’d like to ask me, Theo?” She might humor him a while longer but she had gotten what she wanted from him.

THEO BECKETT

[attr="class","beck"]"not particularly."

like hers, his whiskey disappears in one swift shot. ice clinks against the glass as he sets it back down.

"fancy another, briarwood?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Alexandra Briarwood

There’s a moment where she considers it.

“Yes,” this isn’t where she wants to be, “But at home,” with Killian Decker.

She stands and gives him a small smile, “I’ll see you soon, Beckett,”

THEO BECKETT