The moment Famine hugged him, Patrick pressed into the contact, handing over the bottle without preamble. Patrick practically thrived on the affection he had been denied for so long in his life, and it was the one vice that could cut through his alcoholism easily.
Shoved against her, he allowed her to walk him back to the farm house, not speaking until they reached the kitchen.
He finally unbarnacled himself from her side and slumped into a chair at the small kitchen table. "I don't even know how it came to this. We had Christmas plans, so we did. And now everything's gone to shit. Gimme that bottle back!"