"That is just a little bit scary." He hid a ghost of a smile behind his glass. He let the refraction from the glass distort his lips as his eyes study the other. It was true he was a creature of habit. Though some of those habits he did not do anymore. He couldn't do. Not after all those days and months of having them restricted or even refused to him. He couldn't drink anything before bed anymore. No matter how much he wanted that alcohol in his blood to numb the sleep pains. It wasn't worth what happened with it. The dizziness. The not being able to tell up from down. The pounding in his head come morning. The pain the light caused his eyes as his leg seemed to cause pain in sympathy. It all just wasn't worth. So as much as he wanted to pour a second shot of whiskey, he knew that it would be one too many. He was almost already over his limit anyway by about a couple of shots. It didn't sit well to him but at least he had some food in his stomach and was about to get more.<br/><br/>Sitting the glass down, he ground his teeth as Rassa refilled it. That may be the case, but it sure as hell would have felt like it was killing him. Removing his hand from hers, he stalked to the living room. Or stalked as much as possible. "I don't need a damn night light." He did, but he wasn't gonna admit it.