He does it for her. Of course he does. He's always there to catch her, isn't he? A hand on her waist this time, letting her balance herself on him if she wants.








'Been on the gin again? Could've offered t'share.'

It lacks his normal bite. He just had to say something, and it had to be something that would keep him from falling into that mindset because he can't go there.

But he can look. He can think about how close she is and the way no one else is around and how easy it would be, in different circumstances, to take full advantage of this.