For not letting her enjoy it a while longer? He can't possibly mean that and it's all Jess would hesitate to forgive him for. As for the rest, "Yeah," she says tiredly, "me too."

A lag has developed between Jess's thinking about doing something and her body following through, less than half a second that adds a cumbersome gravity to her movements. Grabbing her cup of booze off the table taxes her the same as a jog around the house. Once she's done it, she doesn't care to move again. "Came prepared," she grants him, diving into her drink.