[ If anyone could pull a smile out of him right now, it'd definitely be her. So at the sight of her - and the liquor - he flashes a smile before stepping inside. ]

Damn. Who's taking care of who right now? You got the good stuff.

[ He waits until she settles on the couch before following suit, letting out a breath and leaning back, folding one arm behind his head and just rubbing at his hair a little. ]

Pretty fucking...wiped out. Not tired, just drained. Make sense? I wanna stop thinking.