Surprised when she leaned against him, he turned and looked down at the blond head on his shoulder, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, alright," he nodded, not up to dealing with the drama of kicking his weepy cousin out into the dark. He was also not about to let the chance to end this conversation pass him by.
He slipped out from under her shoulder and recorked the bottle, leaving it on the coffee table. "There's a bed up 'ere," he said, heading for the stairs, assuming she'd either pass out or follow.