He just chuckles a little at her first comment, sliding his other arm around her so he can hold her a little closer. It’s without even thinking, really - he’s too far away from sober to worry about things like personal space with the people he considers friends. Especially not when it’s an excellent distraction from any darker thoughts. “Promise, there will be a sugar free tomorrow. Just hashbrowns and bread and bacon and maybe some vegetables, but only if they’re onions going in the potatoes.”

All right, now he’s just making himself hungry.

“No one,” he admits with a wry smile. “I skipped out on it, too.”