He still wasn't used to the idea of getting literal hugs and kisses from Neal, much less anyone, but he takes it well, one arm wrapping around Neal for a brief squeeze as he shuts the door. He follows behind, still smiling at the two bottles and the way Neal goes on about it. It was nice, to have someone in his space that was otherwise unencumbered with the emotional weight he was hauling around today.

"Left hand drawer on the far side of the stove there," he directs as he comes to pull a couple glasses out of the cabinet and lean on the kitchen island. He knew what Neal was looking for.

"So you're tellin' me that these aren't 16$ bottles from the local liquor store?