<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">On the Rocks</span></strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/siPDgO7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>April 15th, 2021, 7:30 AM~<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Albion's Flat<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Discussion time.<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As pictured, partially loose, minus tie<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Is it, though? If I had just... Run, find shelter somewhere, I could have avoided all of it... Maybe died in the process, but... It's all in the past now. It's just that the past likes to creep up on me." Albion frowned as she tried to tell him it wasn't his fault... Even if it really was. Still, she tried her best to console him, and there was nothing more he could ask her to do for him, after listening to his tale. After all of that, just knowing someone else knew the story was like a huge pressure being lifted from his soul, filling him with comfort.<br/><br/>"You... You're doing plenty for me already, Neri." Albion smiled, curling his arms sound the vixen, one against her back to embrace her against his form. His other guided his hand to the back of her head, giving her the feeling and sense of a warm, inviting huh where the man could let go all of his a versions and bad memories and just hold her in that one, happy instance. The safety and sanctity of his home, where it was just the two of them and no one else, he could just hug the small foxgirl and forget all of his worries. She now knew arguably his deepest secret, and he now saw he had someone he could truly confide in and help keep him from doing exceptionally stupid things.<br/><br/>"Well, that's out in the open now... It's been so long since I could feel like that. I still feel like I've got a pretty annoying hangover, but... My spirits are lifted. Now then..." He removed his hand from the back of Neri's head. "Sorry to cut the moment short, but we still have some questions to answer... This one for when I assume we came back." He hummed, closing his eyes. Asking this was probably going to feel personal to her, but he hoped she could shed even a little bit of light on it.<br/><br/>"I know it sounds like I did a lot to you last night, but... You didn't try to stop me that hard, did you? A kick to the balls would have probably disabled me for a pretty good length of time while drunk. So... What happened? ... If, you don't mind answering, I mean. Consider this question optional, if you'd like." He added, to give her the freedom of choice to answer it how she wanted.