She gave him another squeeze. "I get it," she assured him. "And you don't have to talk until and unless you want to. I've got a bottle of--vodka, maybe?--upstairs in my room I can fetch for you."

Odds were Dante had something in the room itself, but she wasn't about to go sneaking into his stash. She doubted Dante liked her enough to let that go. In fairness, she doubted Dante liked anyone enough to let that go.

"We can just drink and talk about other things. Or drink in silence. Or I can just drop it off and give you some time to yourself."

She wasn't as keen on that last idea, but if it was what Anders wanted...