Without saying anything - two empty glasses still in hand - she reached out, drawing Ivy into a hug. It was short-lived and maybe not as tight as she would have liked it. After all, they were in public. In 1919. In a small little room where everyone could see everything. But an embrace could convey what words couldn't in that moment.
"I'd miss you, too. But you know what? I'm not going anywhere so you can't miss me. You're stuck with me." She'd give Ivy a reassuring smile before she leaned back, trotting off to the bartender to pick up round two. It was going to be a long afternoon. But Harley was hellbent on cheering Ivy up somehow.