He smirked slightly as she coughed, but accepted the bottle back. The silence that followed didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable, but the look that followed as he caught her eye unsettled him. If it had gone on any longer, he would have broken it with a grin. A joke. A wink. Something playful, cocky, and patently "Jason". She'd laugh, or roll her eyes. Instead, she took his hand. The small, simple gesture was so unexpected, that for a moment, he allowed it. She prodded and turned his hand softly, and the sense of anxiety he'd felt since losing contact with the others twisted into something sadder and deeper. Jason spent his time looking after other people. He was bigger, stronger, tougher. It made sense. People didn't look after him. He didn't need them to. He pulled his hand back sharply, with a gruff "It's fine." He was quiet again for a moment, swallowing another mouthful of cold liquor before he spoke. When he did, his tone was a little softer. "What's up, Forrester?"