"Something stronger." He understood that. A nip of the bottle was how he managed to sleep during some of the more terrible nights while at school. The Hog's Head Inn never truly cared what age you were. As long as you could pay. He found himself looking around the small kitchen trying to remember if he had anything for that. Probably not. "Not sure I have something stronger." He took a drink of his tea. A bit comforting, not exactly tiring though.
With each resignation it seemed she was getting more downtrodden. There was a question boring its way to the front of his mind. She'd flooed to his flat in the middle of the night in her pajamas to apologize. It didn't make sense. It wasn't her. Not the Maria he knew at least. "Maria." His voice was low, accent coming in thicker." "What are you really doing here? You've never cared about the boundaries before. And if I had I would've told you off the day we ended up at the pub."
He stared at her again. If she was truly here to apologize she would have flitted away back into the floo as soon as she apologized and he would've seen her at the office on Monday.