Alone

Duane isn't a big fan of the holidays. Since his father's death and Evie leaving him, it'd all seemed kind of meaningless. He swirls some brandy around in his glass and pours himself some more, tilting his head as he stares at the bar, tinted red through the liquid. Not a big brandy guy, but it seems ... a little festive, so he goes with it.

Until Nate joins him, like he's been invited, helps himself to a glass and some of the alcohol too. Duane rolls his eyes skyward and drinks some more, ignoring the warmth of the man next to him. "You alright?" Nate finally finds his voice.

"Nope," Duane says simply. Nate doesn't say another word, but he doesn't leave either.

It's kind of weird, but it's nice too. Duane releases a breath as some of the loneliness leaves him.