[ Adra absolutely would have toppled over if not for Bolin's steadying hand. As it is, he sways slightly on his feet, frowning as he feels the mood shift, as Bolin's expression turns so unhappy. ]
Bolin ...
[ He leans forward, his eyes focusing. He might be tipsy, but he's never too far gone to worry about someone. ]
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Bolin ...
[ He leans forward, his eyes focusing. He might be tipsy, but he's never too far gone to worry about someone. ]
What's the matter? Talk to me.