🍻 + “ what is your deepest, darkest fear ?”
The question made him uncomfortably laugh but when Lincoln didn't add that he was joking, the younger man swallowed nervously. The alcohol could not help with this one and he felt hot all of a sudden, his hands tingled and he rubbed them anxiously. "Fuck, mate...that's a bit deep," he stuttered, swallowing hard as he tried to think of a way out. "Uh-- fuck... I don't know..." he continued to shift uncomfortably and the back of his right hand was now red from the excessive rubbing of his left thumb, trying to calm himself. "I guess dying alone?" There, it was said. He felt some of the weight lift and his shoulders and they slumped in relieve. "Don't ask me stuff like that again," he quickly added with forced laughter, trying to lighten the tone.