[There was a knock on Zichen's door a few days, or a week, or whenever later after the Port had ended and outer space once again surrounded the ship. When Zichen came about, Collins was leaned against the wall next to the door to Zichen's room. There was a bottle of alcohol in one of his hands and his demeanor was that of lackadaisical nonchalance.
Collins glanced towards Zichen when the other man eventually appeared. He held up the bottle.]
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Collins glanced towards Zichen when the other man eventually appeared. He held up the bottle.]
Care fer a drink?