[The bottle is his, then, pulled away slowly yet firmly. He can tell there’s not much left in it, by the feel of how it sloshes when he takes it.

Still, his eyes don’t leave Hank’s.]

Because you were quiet immediately after we spoke on the matter. You said only twelve words from that time until you left.

[What was he supposed to think?]

I assumed that was what was bothering you. And now I find you in... this state.