She didn't need an explanation. She just needed to go. Brian was prepared to flood the hallway with notes telling her to leave when one simple question stopped him.
He let out a loud groan that ended in a choked hiccough that sounded almost like the beginnings of a sob. Holding a hand over his eyes, he thudded against the door once more. The sloshing of his whiskey was audible even out in the hall as he chugged, reveling in the burn that stopped only when he could no longer breathe.
Gasping, he pulled the bottle from his lips and reached for the pen. Not even looking at the paper, he scrawled three words that were composed of misshapen letters that alternated in size and formation. But it was legible enough. He shoved it under the door and promptly took another swig.