She immediately relaxed when she pushed open the door to the main room of the house to see Antonin stumble in. Evidently he'd been spent his time away from her seeking the bottom of a bottle. Not that she could blame him. If she could rely on her vice without it betraying her, she would've done the same. He managed to make it to the sofa without falling to her surprise. Knowing that they were going to need to have an uncomfortable conversation whether she wanted to have it or not, she sat next to him. Immediately he handed her the bottle he still had clutched in his hand. She took a deep drink of the dreadful fire whiskey without hesitation. Maybe their conversation would be a little easier if they were both drunk.