The whole situation was so odd, and it left Amarissa uncertain just as how she should react to James. She finished off her own glass and then set it down, pressing the tips of her fingers briefly against the rim. They had reached a sort of state of comfort that she was accustomed to. Although, it was probably the result of ignoring a lot of the things that were suddenly cropping up in James' memory. She had never really known how to contend with those sort of things, and James hadn't ever brought them up to her before, so there hadn't been a need. The events that had preceded his death, or the depth of his relationship with Lily. They made her feel suddenly as if she had no right to him at all. They made her reluctant to touch him, as if she were overstepping her boundaries. She didn't like it.
What she really wanted to do was maybe grasp him lightly by the wrist, and coax him up to bed to see if she could get him to fall asleep. That seemed the best remedy for this whole thing. But she was too unsure of herself; it wasn't even something she was accustomed to. She was trained to be able to make choices and carry them out without worry.
"My dad died just after my brother got signed on," Amarissa said after a brief pause. It was the only thing she knew how to do. Offer up something of her own that she had perhaps never said before. She was always shy about telling anyone about her family. She wasn't even sure how much James knew. She wasn't sure how much he was going to really remember come morning either. He was looking fairly out of it.
She watched as he slid the rum bottle over to pour a second glass, the liquid coming steadily out of the bottle.