Much wanted to be Marcie's protector. He wanted to park up outside her building with a sword, wanted to live in a world where a sword would be a useful weapon against the War Dogs that had smashed up her car, that knew where she lived.
Sometimes he drove past there at night, just to check up. He didn't make it a special journey or anything, that would have been creepy, but he had taken the (very) long way home from work several times. Maybe it was still a little creepy. He just didn't want to lose her, and didn't know how not to.
"I'll test that theory," he said, raising an eyebrow at her and taking the glass, sipping the drink experimentally. It wasn't the drink that helped, it was Mary's sensible reminder that there wasn't much else he could be doing for Marcie.
The drink did taste good though. The bartender knew how to make a good cosmo. "Hmm, it checks out," he said, returning the last of the drink to her with a half smile. "How've you been?"