"I'm always happy to see you." he told her amused. He had said he'd never lie to her after all. And maybe she needed coffee. But if she didn't want that he wasn't about to push her. She seemed happy drunk. A couple of slurred words but that was hardly a shocker. And of course mocking his lack of alcohol choice. He couldn't help but laugh at that, she knew him well enough to know it was pretty much just beer, and good beer. "What, I drink beer. If you want fancy wine or tequila or whatever then you left Hardy's too early."
Okay so, 'pretty much' just beer. There might maybe have been some whiskey. But that was for him not for drunk Skye. Which wasn't a lie. It was helping. She didn't need to be drunker.
He mostly wanted to know why she'd come to see him. Was it just about keeping him happy, sane, not a danger? He didn't know and a part of him just didn't want to question it. She was here, she was with him because she wanted to be and that meant something, drunk or not. She wasn't drunk enough to not know what she was doing. She'd found her way here hadn't she?
"So are you gonna have a beer or are you gonna judge my pantry stocking some more?" he joked, realising as he spoke how much he'd missed this with her. They clearly just needed battleship and they were set.