There were some potions he always had at home, sobering and hang over potions were two of them. Or should he say had had - as there was nothing he had at home at present. The mere thought of home as anything but the house he'd lived in the past few months brought him pain too, but that was one he knew he'd need to get used to.
Taking the potion and pocketing it, he got up, swaying slightly before steadying himself. 'If you don't mind I'll take the back door out,' he said, his voice slightly terse and with an edge that was foreign to it. He wasn't sure why he wasn't more angry at Miles for all this, maybe because he was mostly angry at himself. Yet still, he couldn't quite grasp why he felt almost grateful to him for the potion. Maybe he was just too drunk already. He needed to go...back.