He smiled into her lips as they kissed. Louis's hand briefly paused and simply cupped her jaw lovingly as she lightly bit his bottom lip. He let out a light laugh at her response. He knew he should have expected such a response from her. It was typical of Ashleigh and certainly one of the reasons he so passionately loved her. Reluctantly, he removed his hand from her cheek to make it easier for her to get off the couch and sit beside him.
Louis met her gaze for a moment, smiling lovingly back at her. As she laid her head against his shoulder, he raised a hand and stroked her hair gently while looking about her apartment absentmindedly. He did not even realize anything had changed in the atmosphere until she sat up. "Like whiskey. Again?" Louis opened his mouth to speak as he looked to her, but the sigh she let out silenced him effectively and made him reconsider his response.
"Look, Ash..." he started, but he was silenced again as she spoke of her father. Oh yes, he'd heard about his kidney failure before. It certainly wasn't the first time she'd spoken of his drinking habits. Louis gave a slight nod, smiling as genuinely as he could. He had to admit, however, that the mood had sort of been killed. "I know." He spoke softly and slowly so that his words carried more weight in them. "A little drink every now and then never hurt anyone, right?" Louis tried to smile at this, but they both knew he wasn't simply doing a little bit of drinking. When he wasn't on tour, it was alcohol, and when he was, he was usually dabbling in some of the cocaine the roadies carried around.
Louis gave a soft sigh, frowning a bit. "I will try, alright? For you...for us." This promise, as empty as it might be, seemed to reassure him, and he moved to place an arm around Ashleigh's shoulders again, drawing her against him.