[ There's a lot of things that should've clued him in to the fact that he's not alone anymore, but in this mostly-drunken state he could set himself on fire and not notice for an embarrassingly long time (a thing that has happened in the not too distant past). Losing the bottle is pretty hard to miss though and he wakes with a start, hand clawing out to take it back until he realizes just who it is that's depriving him of liquor and then he does what can only be described as a physical keymash.
Flailing, he scurries back, tumbling off the couch in the process but that barely matters what with her being alive and upright and probably not a zombie. Probably. Eyes as wide as they go, he stares at her in shock and disbelief. ]