Killian moved his eyes from Brandon to the bottle that was kept in between them. Then he looked at his glass.
Brandon smiled, there was nothing that Killian could do now. The glass was the same and the bottle was only a little see-through. So, he would not know what's going on.
I knew I lied well. There is no way he would know to do that if I drank the entire bottle. I just have to sit still and smile, and yes, focus on my son. Only a little bit is left, I'll finish it and then leave.
"Brandon," Killian's voice was controlled, collected as forward on the table with his elbows on it, "did you drink more than just a glass when I was gone?"
Yes. "No." He may have stressed on the end more than necessary, but the rest of it, Brandon found to be normal.
That's how he usually talked. Just a little bit here and there, but just like the usual. Nothing out of the ordinary. People made mistakes all the time in the way they spoke.