Bill Holden watched him drain one glass and immediately pour another. After several refills, the decanter was nearly empty. Finally, Bill asked, "Director Morrison, is something on your mind?"
"Nope." Jensen Morrison leaned back in the wicker chair, gazing melancholically at the sky at a perfect forty-five-degree angle.
"Director Morrison, I know it's not my place to pry, but hey, we're practically family. If you ever need a hand, don't be a stranger! You're a loyal friend, so for you, my services are pro bono. What do you say?" Bill Holden said with a cheeky grin, his face a picture of pure jest.
"Heh, alright." Jensen Morrison chuckled and nodded.
"Alright, we've finished the whole bottle. I'd better get some sleep before dawn. Director Morrison, you do you." Bill Holden drained his glass, got up, and went inside the house.
Too lazy to move, Jensen Morrison simply stretched out a leg, propped it on the table in front of him, and closed his eyes to rest.
