It wasn't like what he and Misty had ended on bad terms, necessarily, but it had ended. More than once. And that last time, after he'd disappeared to K'un-Lun for years, he'd resolved that he'd get over her and move on. No flings, no hooking up, completely getting on with his life. It was a resolution that had kept and which nearly broke when he opened the door and saw her in that dress. Even though it had a tag sticking out, and even though he realized she was drunk, and even though the world was ending. Even though there were several people in his living room. Oh right, that. "Um-" he began, uncertainly, pretty sure he was reading the situation right and now sure how to go about shutting it down (had he ever turned her away? This was what got him into trouble). "Hey. You okay?" Stupid question, what with the whole end of earth thing, but it needed asking if she was nursing a bottle of wine on her own and here to make what he figured they'd both later see as another mistake in the long line of mistakes that marred their romantic history. Of all the times for his dumb conscience to kick in.