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.

joy as she

directly upstairs to his room and

had prepared dinner. "Mrs.

of the food for later? Barclay

questioning Moira's words, Rose went back to the kitchen, divided the meal in half, and brought out

finished showering and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered Barclay, who had been drunk earlier.

the door for almost ten seconds before it opened. Barclay had showered and was wearing a bathrobe, one hand holding the doorknob, the other rubbing his temples. "Do you

looked at him, feeling a bit awkward.

nodded, then seemed to remember something. "Sorry, I was in a bad mood this afternoon and

the kiss in the

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quickly waved her hand. It's okay. I've

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once in a

saw Barclay's face relax into

laughed nervously. "Are

"A little."

at her. "You should rest. I don't want to trouble you. I'll just go downstairs

he had

quickly intervened. "I

some food for

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