Ossie neglected to notice any reluctance, but then, he wasn't at his most observant right now. "Thanks. You're much more helpful than Maintenance. They just laughed at me when I noted the leaky ceiling tiles at the far end of the morgue," Oscar said forlornly. Another sip. "Assholes."
He passively allowed his glass to be clinked, but did nothing toward that effect. He snickered and shook his head in disbelief when she said she was enjoying a drink with a colleague. Meaning him. Irony, obviously.
"I owe you a drink for putting up with me," he said dryly. "I'm already halfway gone here. And you passed your ASB certification. I don't know what that is, but congratulations."