She smiles, and then he gets all maudlin. And mentions why he was drinking so much. He looks so worried about it all.
He stands and she stands too, taking his hand but careful not to pull him down again. They both settle back into their barstools, and she orders him a large glass of water.
"You should drink this before you have more whiskey," she says, pushing it towards him.
"And hey, if you wanna talk, go right ahead," she says. "I know you don't know me, but sometimes that can help."