"I was going to ask if you wanted to join me for a drink," Marek said. He could tell from her expression and stance that she wasn't in a much better mood than he was, possibly even a worse one. "Since you said you could use one, and I've got misery to keep yours company."
Different misery, of course, but in truth Marek would have preferred striking out with Felixa to feeling like he didn't understand his twin. That didn't mean either of their problems was lesser or greater than the other: different, like he'd said. She was under no obligation to join him unless she wanted to; he was sure that she'd much prefer other company, but maybe he'd do in a pinch. Not... that way, but he figured they were on the same page there.
He shrugged. "If you'd rather drink here, sure, I don't have a preference." He had been going to offer to buy the first round, but if she'd prefer to stay on her home turf, that was fine with him too.