She resisted the urge to comment that it was 'just booze' and instead accepted the hug graciously, wrapping her arms around him as if it were second nature. It was certainly very easy. It felt warmer and a lot more comforting than she thought it would be-- not that she regularly thought about what it would be like to hug Ollie or anything. For the record, it was only once, and it happened to be an involuntary dream.
Anyway.
"There's a whole box of it back at the Library. I can give you the whole thing or hold onto it for you, so you don't drink it all in one place and go falling off things higher than a fire escape." She winked and laughed, to show she was making a joke. She didn't want to draw any more attention to morbidity than was already surrounding them. Still, she was a bit worried that he'd go off and do something stupid while drunk, especially if she wasn't around to stop him-- or, at the very least, join him for comradrie. "But, you're welcome, Manbutt." She pulled away, wondering if she'd let the hug last too long, but then realized that she didn't care, and honestly felt a little stupid worrying about such things while someone was possibly dying in the next room.