David considered the bottle for a moment, expression unchanging. How exactly had he ended up in this situation - where he was the one recieving what might have been a peace offering, might have been the adult equivalent of a teddy bear, might have been a lot of things, but was definitely a comfort. He was the one who usually held things together, got people on their feet ...
On the other hand, only an idiot turned away offerings, especially when they were good for you. With a wry half smile he took the bottle and ignored the impulse to put a disclaimer on it - no, he didn't normally do this kind of thing, but this wasn't a normal meeting, and anyway, no one ever believed it. The first swallow burned enough to chase off the could over his head, and enough to make David remember why he didn't normally drink hard liquor straight. Nodding, he handed the bottle back to her.
"The people who say it just makes you stronger really need to live it for a day or two, that's all I can say."