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Isaac and Axel had found a lovely hull of liquor at one of the shops in the depths of the Red Zone that afternoon and given the risk he’d taken to get it, Axel was surely going to make the most of it. Which meant swallowing down copious amounts of stale liquor, because it meant he could feel the burn down his throat and the warmth in the pit of his stomach - and at least he could feel something. Something more than he’d been feeling over the last several months at least.
A few others had lit the fire in the city center and Axel had found a cozy spot by the fire, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a liquor bottle held by the neck in one hand, staring into the dancing orange flames. When Lori approached with a beat in her step a slow smile came across Axel’s expression, dropping the blanket and clumsily getting to his feet to join her. “Look who’s got the moves, sweetheart,” Axel chuckled, dancing alongside her and the fire.
