It was good that he didn't take another step, because Delphine was quick to come to his side. Whenever something was wrong, she was always willing to set aside her own problems. It was something they shared. The commonality of service, of a sense of selflessness at the needs of other people in their lives. It pervaded almost all other qualities at times. He could feel the warmth of her touch despite the fact that his body burned with the whiskey running through his bloodstream. He looked her straight in the eye, though he could only focus on her for a moment before feeling too dizzy and looking away.
"Because my friend died?" His voice was quiet, and slightly choked by the lump that formed easily at the bottom of his throat. Tears welled without warning, and a few slipped passed the dam of his eyelids. He did not look back at her.
