"Watch me." He continues his clean up, piling bottle after bottle with finality, as if daring any more to appear. Finally, they're all out of the common area and a sizable bag is left sitting by the door, one Albert will take out himself once they're done talking rather than leave Jessica alone with it later until the Avoxes come for it. He doesn't trust her not to go digging through it for any bottles with liquid still in them.

That done, Albert moves back to the living area across from the couch, across from her, and folds his arms like a disapproving parent. "Call this an intervention. What do you have to say for yourself?"

He knows what, he know why she drinks, why she's sinking, which makes it easier to steel himself against what she might say.