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He should be over there, Gobber decided of his current situation. Instead his hand reached for a freshly filled mug of ale, and his bottom remained firmly in his seat.
He should be over there, standing next to his best friend. Not using the last of his sobriety to fight down inappropriate urges to throttle Stoick, to resist challenging his battle-brother to Hólmgang.
He should be over there, supporting the new couple. Gobber licked his lips, tasting the guilt, shame and anger that tainted an otherwise fine drink.
He should be over there, telling the joke that has everyone laughing. Instead it's Ack who caused the uproarnot through a joke but by stumbling headfirst over a mead barrel. Stoick slaped a hand to his belly and laughs, bold and free. His new wife bumped his shoulder with a chuckle of her own.
Despite all he had drank that evening, Gobber struggled with a dry swallo