Cin couldn't think of the last time she'd seen someone so much of a mess. (Actually, she could. It would have been Kelly on one of her messy comedowns, screaming and crying and cursing everyone in the house. She wished Kelly would try killing herself probably.)
Lifting the glass, Cin offered it to him. "It's my work day," she reminded him, her tone more gentle than it might have usually been. Gentle took effort, but not as much as she'd expected.