"The same, really." Eddie took the glass with a small thanks and sipped from it, leaning back into the chair. He drank more here than he had at home, not having the worries of finding his way home or his wife's accusatory questioning waiting for him. Not so much that he worried it would be an issue, but enough that he'd started to appreciate different liquors more.
"He's gone. Home we assume." Eddie only hoped it had happened before the bugs. Bill had enough chaos and fighting to do when he got back. "But he'll be okay there. Not at first, but he will."
He looked to the glass in his hand, swirling it against the table a little, watching the liquid move. He looked back up as he spoke "How is Salim?"