There was a unfamiliar feeling of unease here, pervading the room between them. Not the usual tension of their arguments, but somehow more uncomfortable. Maybe because Kieran was – if not fully sober, then certainly the least drunk he had been in the last twelve hours, and he still seemed to think the scale of the discussion was one he could smooth away with a grin and a flippant remark.
“Not as a cure to the problem you have,” Jude countered sharply. A little hair of the dog was only masking the symptoms, not finding a cure; easing his hangover would change nothing of the larger issue here, except maybe exacerbate it. Pouring more drink on top of a drinking problem.
Whilst he waited for an answer, Jude leaned down to gingerly pick up the washbasin by him, trying not to breathe in the smell any more than necessary as he lifted his wand to vanish the vomit. Evidently Kieran had other priorities.
“Not as a cure to the problem you have,” Jude countered sharply. A little hair of the dog was only masking the symptoms, not finding a cure; easing his hangover would change nothing of the larger issue here, except maybe exacerbate it. Pouring more drink on top of a drinking problem.
Whilst he waited for an answer, Jude leaned down to gingerly pick up the washbasin by him, trying not to breathe in the smell any more than necessary as he lifted his wand to vanish the vomit. Evidently Kieran had other priorities.
