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 she held

took him directly upstairs to his room and then went back downstairs

"Mrs.

for later? Barclay

questioning Moira's words, Rose went back to the kitchen, divided the

ten in the evening when Moira finished showering and prepared to sleep. Suddenly, she remembered

and was

looked at him, feeling a bit awkward. "Are you

seemed to remember something. "Sorry, I was in a

the kiss in the

е

felt shy and quickly waved her hand. It's okay. I've offended you It's only fair

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in

she finished speaking, Moira saw Barclay's face

nervously. "Are you

"A little."

to trouble

he

she quickly intervened.

to save some food for you. It's

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