"Hey." His voice is sharp, and he stands as well, one hand resting on the bottle.

"Leave if you feel like you have to, but at the risk of sounding patronizing, do it without the bottle, will you?"

He's angry and he's hurt and the idea of returning to his brooding and self-loathing still seems to have a few merits, but concern prevents him from being willing to let Namo go off and get drunk alone.