"You – you do this when – when I'm pissed and hurt," he says of her sobbing, and necks the bottle. Coughs and makes a harsh little ha as the firewhiskey no doubt blazes a trail through his innards. She looks up to meet his eyes, and his eyelashes are spiky with wetness and his irises look dark by the lamplight. "Have to do it right now when I'm –" he goes on, and she moves to apologise through her miserable, embarrassing tears, and he swears and explains. "– Fuck. No, no it's fine. Don't apologise. Really, Granger. Just..."