“You sure you’re okay? You seem a little… not here.” This was the reasonable smart lawyer, who now couldn’t remember to sit down or function? So strange. But Gabriel felt compelled to care for him — he manoeuvred Eli back into the booth and slid in to sit beside him, wrapping a protective arm around him. It didn’t matter that they had only just met; Eli was dazed and needed some attention. “Let’s get us both whiskey. On the rocks. Drink it slow, honey.”