[Cain snickers, leaning back on his free hand and sliding it just behind Abel on the roof.]
Who was the one who suggested it? [Not him. He doesn't bother lowering his voice, though he's not speaking especially loudly; the likelihood that the engineers would overhear them over their work is low, and he also doesn't really care.] Sometimes I think you wouldn't mind getting caught.
It's whiskey. [A treat from Bering, but he doesn't say as much. Doesn't want to think about what it means that he's sharing it with Abel. Cain nudges Abel's rib with his elbow as he squints dubiously into the flask.] It's smooth, you'll like it. Warms you up.
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Who was the one who suggested it? [Not him. He doesn't bother lowering his voice, though he's not speaking especially loudly; the likelihood that the engineers would overhear them over their work is low, and he also doesn't really care.] Sometimes I think you wouldn't mind getting caught.
It's whiskey. [A treat from Bering, but he doesn't say as much. Doesn't want to think about what it means that he's sharing it with Abel. Cain nudges Abel's rib with his elbow as he squints dubiously into the flask.] It's smooth, you'll like it. Warms you up.