"People need to fuck off and give you time to grieve." he headed over to his ancient cabinet, it'd been in his family for generation. He pull a bottle of mead out of it and grabbed a glass. "Here. The tv is connected to the wifi so watch whatever and the couch is comfy. Blankets nice too" she was still standing at the bottom of the steps, this area was a small antechamber of sorts. standing in the doorway he blocked a lot of the light from the room as he held out the bottle.<br/><br/>Awkward silence ensued, then he actually handed her the bottle and the glass. "gotta grab that pump." he shook his head and went to find the right equipment, he tossed every extension cord he had over his shoulder. "Here it is." he heft it up, it was bigger than most- cost more too. "You're kind of in my way, Roxie."<br/><br/>Hadn't said her name in a long time, felt like it pierced is tongue. Trying his best to hide the pain he adjusted his load and gave her time to come back from where ever she had gone. This couldn't be easy for her either.