His hand jumps to her arm, encircling it and holding on tight (but hopefully not too tight.)

"You may not know this right now, but I wouldn't leave you alone to deal with something like this."

There's nothing he wants to do more than help her, but he isn't thinking critically right now thanks to that booze. In fact, he's kind of distracted by her lips, staring until she snaps him out of it with her line of inquiry. Could this be a side effect? He had worried it wasn't safe which is why he agreed to try it first... but, of course, something happened to Jess instead. Isn't this their routine by now?

"No one here could do that to you. I need to think." He takes a moment to look around, still hanging onto her though his grip has slackened considerably. She doesn't have coffee, but maybe some tea. His gaze jumps to the flowers he brought and it jogs something distant for him. "I should've know something was wrong, you didn't even make fun of me for bringing you flowers."