Francis was about to take another swig when Edmund spoke. He looked over to see how much of it was the alcohol talking. The poor guy had plenty, so he wasn't certain. He nudged him and nodded. "You're my new friend!" Even if he'd forget or pretend to have when he sobered.

"What!?" He turned in his seat to face him. He clasped his hands in his. "Tell. Me. Everything !" He looked into his eyes, captivated.