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Whiskey. "Coffee's fine." The cold bit as soon as mentioned; he puffed air out between his lips and could see his breath.
He let Hannibal lead him wherever. The hand on his shoulder gave him something to focus on for a while.
Will nodded and let his head hang down for a bit. It’d be nice if the answer to that last question was on Will’s shoes, but it wasn’t. He cleared his throat, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Not rightly.” He had a smile cracking sheepish on his face, and it made him feel even more loony. “Guess I felt like a visit.”