Harrowheart's jaw clenches when he hears what comes out of her mouth. All he can do is widen his eyes, lower his eyebrows, and turn away for a minute. Don't let her see you glaring FURIOUSLY into the distance. Don't clench your hands while she's holding them. DON'T TELL HER YOU WANT TO KILL HER. Let it go. Let it aaaaalllll out in one long, controlled breath, just like Dr. Hill taught you.

Eventually his swings his attention back to Adia, but he can't help looking totally incredulous. He opens and closes his mouth numerous times as he tries and fails to say something appropriate, until finally he manages something.

"Girl, are you shittin' me?" He stares hard at her a while before his eyes flit down to the box of wine, then back up to her face.

"How drunk are you right now? Am I gonna have to tuck your bad-decision-makin' ass into bed and get back to this conversation when you're sober? I am, aren't I?"