[She listens and accepts his answers. FDR's working himself too hard and now he's staying with a friend. As fucked up as they might both be, at least they seem to be pretty good at taking care of themselves when it really matters. That's worth enough that she's not going to worry too much. Ringer has spent enough of her life already mothering her own father; she doesn't need friends that require the same.]
With Whiskey? [He has other friends, she has no doubt, but the vague comments she caught while half delirious make her wonder at FDR's and Whiskey's relationship. It's a subtle way of asking for details without overt prying.]
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With Whiskey? [He has other friends, she has no doubt, but the vague comments she caught while half delirious make her wonder at FDR's and Whiskey's relationship. It's a subtle way of asking for details without overt prying.]