Taking the cup from her, he muttered a thank you and took a sip, leaning into her hands, his eyes drifting towards the window above her shoulder. He stared out into the dark for a long time, nursing his tea, seemingly empty, completely devoid of any sort of any sort of emotion, the alcohol slowly stripping him of his unease. Then, finally, he returned his eyes to her. "You found this in the back of one of the cupboards, didn't you?"

The alcohol, he meant; not the tea.