"Nothing wrong with drinking alone. I could probably come up with some health benefits to alcohol if you give me enough time." Something about red wine and antioxidants and all that. But Owen understood what she meant. He'd had plenty to drink in his room since arriving in Zenith. Hell, he'd been drinking alone for several years now. He couldn't judge anyone for it.
Owen glanced over at Cecilia, riding at a comfortable pace beside her. He didn't want to tell her she'd tried to do the right thing, and it wasn't her fault, but Owen had already made that clear on the network, and he didn't want to push it. If she felt shitty, she was allowed to feel shitty for however long she needed before things started getting better. That didn't mean Owen liked it, but he knew he had hated it when people tried to push him into letting things go that he wasn't quite ready to let go of yet.
"Anything I can do?" he asked instead, since that seemed more important.