Won't You Be My Neighbor

"You know, I think... you might be right." Ronin's voice was similarly hushed, like they were sharing a conspiracy, and he chuckled to himself as he steadied the other man. His eyebrows raised as Alistair called himself insensitive, and he opened his mouth to object when the hunter launched the bottle into the fire. "Well that certainly is a shame... I'd be pissed at you too." He smirked. "I didn't drink. Times change, and so do people. Nothing wrong with it every now and then, though I think you might have had a bit too much." Even so, Ronin held out a hand as if to ask for the smaller bottle that Al had sequestered away. He could at least cough up and share if he was going to be drunk in the ex-captain's house. By that point, though, his friend began to speak about Ashetta, and Ronin's expression softened. "I remember you trying to judge my intentions towards her," he said quietly. "You're a good man, Alistair. And you deserve more than what she was able to give you. I just... I'm sorry that it ended the way it did. You and I are still friends though, you know? If there's anything I can do to help... even if it's just sitting here and sharing a drink with you, I'm there, you know?" ronin begin again, as the storm