He held a glass in one hand, the other in his lap. He hummed a familiar tune into the glass as he sipped the wine.

He had invited the squad out for a drink after completing a major case, but he didn't expect to be the one who still sat there, drink in hand, hours after.

But you were still there, atleast. The one person he could trust more than the others. He offered you another drink, his speech slurred and disoriented. "Care.. for another drink..?"