There's a bottle of whiskey in a liquor cabinet that she could swear Mary Margaret probably forgot existed, and she takes it out by the neck, along with a pair of tiny cut-crystal glasses that would be a whole lot more appropriate for champagne.
Not that either of them exactly has much in the way to celebrate.
"Here’s the thing," she says, as she pours. "I don’t know a lot about relationships...other than having many that failed. But generally speaking, if you think something you want to do is wrong, it is."
Her eyes don't leave Mary Margaret's face, though a little something unhappy twists in her own chest.
"So, you got to stay strong and he has to figure out his life." She lifts her glass, resigned. "Cheers."
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Date: 2012-04-12 07:09 pm (UTC)There's a bottle of whiskey in a liquor cabinet that she could swear Mary Margaret probably forgot existed, and she takes it out by the neck, along with a pair of tiny cut-crystal glasses that would be a whole lot more appropriate for champagne.
Not that either of them exactly has much in the way to celebrate.
"Here’s the thing," she says, as she pours. "I don’t know a lot about relationships...other than having many that failed. But generally speaking, if you think something you want to do is wrong, it is."
Her eyes don't leave Mary Margaret's face, though a little something unhappy twists in her own chest.
"So, you got to stay strong and he has to figure out his life." She lifts her glass, resigned. "Cheers."