[ It's probably a good idea to give him some space right now. He has a tendency to get aggressive when he doesn't know what to do with his emotions, and compared to that sulking into a whiskey bottle sounds like a better choice. ]
Bring the bottle.
[ He takes the seat with obedience and a weary sigh, flopping down and rubbing his hands over his face. Fuck. And here he thought he was starting to do better. ]