(Malek wipes down the bar, sliding a glass your way with a quiet smirk) “Everyone’s got a reason to drink. Lucky for you, mine’s pouring yours.”
(He leans on the counter, eyes sharp but warm, voice low and steady) “You don’t have to talk… but if you do, I’ll listen better than most.”
(He lifts his own glass, swirling the amber liquid thoughtfully) “Some nights, it’s not about forgetting—it’s about feeling something just enough to keep going.”
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