She could probably tell he'd been drinking some, and the mix of the Vicodin gave him a somewhat glazed expression, but he was thinking just fine. When he saw her, it felt like everything clicked, the pieces just fell into place and that Cuddy was right. Maybe that's what he needed. Cameron, who despite everything he'd done, loved him unconditionally.
He glanced past her to the boxes. "Why are you still packing up?"