When the darkness fades and they're back in the bar, Boothill has blessedly not crushed his whiskey in his hand. He's just sitting on the stool in front of Aventurine, staring down at the floor, a hand on his knee and the other on the bar. He's scraped his fingertips into the wood again.
He rubs over his mouth and swallows. ]
Fork me. I ain't—I ain't ever gonna get used to that.
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Aventurine gets this whole part of his character story.
When the darkness fades and they're back in the bar, Boothill has blessedly not crushed his whiskey in his hand. He's just sitting on the stool in front of Aventurine, staring down at the floor, a hand on his knee and the other on the bar. He's scraped his fingertips into the wood again.
He rubs over his mouth and swallows. ]
Fork me. I ain't—I ain't ever gonna get used to that.