He returned to her side, offering the jug but choosing to sit aside for the moment in both of their reach. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he could sit since he was worried, a little nervous for her and the situation she seemed to be trapped in.
So he opted to stay standing, arms crossed over his middle and listening carefully. "I'm sorry." Was it the right thing to say in the moment? Acid wasn't sure, but he figured it might help. "Maybe you need a buddy. Isn't that what support groups do, like AA?" He'd heard once or twice of them since starting college, never paying too much mind since he wasn't big on drinking.