I know you didn't. And it wasn't nothing. It was kind. [His voice is quieter than usual, but he sounds very sure of this point. There's no room for argument. It was kind. Whatever Maxwell thinks. He looked at the bottle, running his fingers over the neck of it.]

And I- wanted to check on you. That place--

That place was enough to do in anyone. And I promised I would help you get out, and then I went through the wrong door- [He cut off with a sharp intake of breath. No. That's not what he came here to do.]

The point is - I figured we could both use a drink. That's all.