Moira sat on the ground for a while and realized that it had been quite some time since they came down. If they didn't head back up soon, Rose would probably start to worry. But Barclay was drunk...

Moira leaned against the wine cabinet behind her and stood up, looking down at Barclay still seated there. "Mr. Covington, shall we go upstairs?"

Barclay heard her words, lifted his head, and gazed at her for a moment. "Why should we go upstairs?"

'Listen! Is this something regular Barclay would ask?' Moira thought helplessly.

"We're going upstairs to eat," she said and reached out to pull him up.

With her assistance, he got to his feet. "I have no appetite."

'Of course, you don't. You're drunk!' she thought.

"Then shall we go upstairs to rest?"

He furrowed his brow and seriously considered her suggestion.

After about five seconds, he nodded.

Moira was worried about Barclay falling down the stairs, so she led him to the elevator.

Drunk Barclay was surprisingly compliant.

inexplicable joy as

took him directly upstairs to his room

"Mrs. Covington,

for later? Barclay isn't feeling well.

divided the meal in half, and brought

sleep.

before it opened. Barclay had showered and was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding the

a bit awkward.

was in a bad mood this afternoon and

of the kiss

е

her hand. It's okay. I've offended you

AQUE

once in a

face

laughed nervously. "Are

"A little."

should rest. I don't want to trouble you. I'll just go downstairs

he had

quickly intervened.

to save some food for you.

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