He just felt so incredibly tired in that moment. He'd been tired before, of course, but... this was different. And yet, he still, more than anything, just wanted to take a fucking nap.
"Only if you promise that there's more where that came from," he nodded, accepting the bottle rather gratefully before adding the dosage into his mug. "Thank you."
How had this even happened? How had it gotten started? He couldn't remember anymore.
"It honestly wasn't your fault; you've nothing to apologize for," he shook his head, quite sincerely. "If anyone's at fault, it's that motherfucker." Stirring the potion into his tea, he took a long sip, letting his eyes close as he felt the hot liquid travel down. Merlin, that was satisfying. Not quite hot enough to burn, and yet...
"If you can take anything away from today it's that you didn't fuck up; Roger is just a fucking asshole. The only thing you should be focusing on is being happy about getting engaged." Looking up with a wry smile, he shrugged. "Seriously, though, I would never hurt her. Not if I could help it."