"I would have gotten dressed," Simon muttered sheepishly. But he was glad Elijah didn't get angry or told him off for wanting a drink. Father never let him have a drop without that leading to a fight. If he could, he would spoil the fun before it began.

When Elijah took out the bottle and handed it to him, the young man frowned. He followed Elijah into the bedroom. "Are you sure? I don't want to drink, you know... a precious memory." Well he did. Really. But he also felt bad about it. Simon looked around. Awkward.