Without a word, without even looking at Jo again, Dean left the room. He went to the kitchen, and opened cupboards loudly until he found what he was looking for.
There was a flask, there had to be liquor. He didn't care what it was.
Dean re-entered the room with two glasses in one hand and a bottle in the other. Without a word, he put the glasses down on the coffee table in front of Harry with a clank. He opened the bottle and upended it, pouring some liquor on the table in the process, but getting some in each glass, too. A lot in both glasses. Once he thought they were full enough, he put the bottle down, picked up one of the glasses, clinked it against the other, and then slid the other to Harry.
He didn't say anything until he'd downed the whole glass.