He's lucky to have had a home to go back to. Whatever there is.

[Of him, of the home, of whatever. Sort of a sulky reminder that it could be worse, but--well, it's not exactly a laugh that he gives next. Just an extra huff of breath. Only it's relatable, that last bit.]

Drinking does usually make a bit better, yeah. No one'd stop you.

[Not that anyone would try, probably, to stop him. Matthias has seen for himself the size of this bloke. Even trash-talked him a little behind his back, in the way you can only do on someone whose bicep is four times the size of you.]

I'll buy you one. When we're back. Be a bit late for it then, but better'n nothing.