Eward opened his mouth and then shut it again. He'd not had many conversations like these with Lysander, in fact he doubted they'd have any at all. Wondering which was the right way to respond, he instead took a deep breath before sighing out of his nose. "I have - so I know a troubled man when I see one. Its not every day you are skulking alone in the library drinking yourself into a silent stupor..."
He swigged some of the brandy and almost coughed at the rought taste but managed to hold it down. "What is... the matter?"