Wormwood made a face. Words hurting a Winter? Ya wish. Nothing could hurt as much as what has driven us into the cold embrace of Sorrow. "Contrary to popular opinion, we ain't cowards. Depends on yer point of view, though. It's a matter of perspective, really. If a winter pulls back, he's got a reason to, usually. But I'm curious enough to agree, anyway. Ya know me, I pull through. Don't make me regret it, though!" He grinned at the end.
His cheeks were flushed with red. The tequila worked its magic. Last time he made a promise while being not exactly sober, he agreed to help Firestorm. That... well, at the very least, he learned some very, very useful things.
So screw being careful every once in a while. Let's run wild, see what this dream stuff is about.