I had to stop and get your damn whiskey, didn't I?

[He holds up the plastic bag he's carrying, two smaller paper bags tucked inside. He takes a plastic bottle of his own out before moving to the couch, dropping the bag onto Eddie's lap. Climbing onto the back of the couch, he settles behind the bigger man and sets the bottle aside, reaching out to run his hands through his long hair]

Now relax and drink up. Gotta get you nice and loosened up before we can have any fun.