Eward entered the library quietly, noticing his brother was there by the distinct smell of the brandy he was drinking. That, and the fact he had been nowhere else in the house. Strolling towards him he only spoke when he was at his side and slumping into the opposite chair.
"I've been looking for that brandy for an hour. I might have known you'd stolen it." It was a poor attempt at being lighthearted, but Eward was feeling more than sombre today; he had seen Katherine, taken care of his little 'problem' of being far too aroused without any end and was now looking for a drink. It could be with his brother... he seemed very depressed.
"What's wrong?" he asked, the first time he had said the question since his brother had reappeared.