She hoped Charlie would stay sound asleep and not come running. The boy was far too empathetic sometimes and could feel when there were moods he couldn't understand but knew they were bad ones he wasn't equipped to deal with. No, this was her job and her doing to set straight. If he was going to sit in his study and get drunk with a gun - even an empty one - she'd stay until he was passed out and safe.
The first step was good. He wasn't blaming himself, that's an improvement for Hemingway. She decided to plant herself on his lap as a reward, putting the bottle down in between her thighs with her hand over the cap. "What did he say, exactly, so I know how many teeth to extract without anaesthesia."