*hoarsely* No ... I don't mean it. I just ... *looks up at you, and his eyes are dull and red-rimmed* Could you please go now?
*almost manages a smile* No offence intended.
*looks away, not even bothering to see if you have left (but knows when you have gone because the room grows warm again)* *stares down at the pad of paper and nods to himself and begins to write (and his writing is as shaky as that of an old man who has had too much to drink)*