"It's actually called gin," he admits, the first smile since he left the party playing at his mouth, though it's a flat thing, just acknowledging the irony. "I have scotch if that makes it weird," and he gestures with the other bottle, though he keeps her hand in his. He doesn't want to let it go right now, he doesn't want to let whatever this is go.

Though she'd balked at the affectionate touch on her cheek, he doesn't think it was out of--fear. She isn't used to it. Maybe Cassian was a first, and he wasn't here long enough, or he wasn't affectionate, or--Kira doesn't know.

He isn't trying to think about that, or be that. He just lifts her hand and kisses the knuckles, before starting down the steps. He'll lead her across on the tether, and no one will get lost, and no one will have to think too much with a bottle in each of their free hands doors to close against the rest of the world.