"Is that alcohol?" Calvin asks incredulously as he returns to Cole's side. He still remembers the night Cole came back to their cabin too drunk to walk, barely coherent. They'd talked about unrequited love late into the night, and Calvin had missed that Cole was talking about Coralee. Calvin had been so desperate to avoid sharing details about what had happened to himself earlier in the evening that he hadn't thought to press Cole.

They hadn't been that close back then.

He still feels bad.

"Are you going to drink?"