[Why is he still here? Fuck. His skin feels crawly with the idea he actually might give a shit about her wellbeing in some capacity.]

I know, but this isn't helping anything...

[Heine has no coping skills to pass on though, and he doesn't exactly disapprove of wallowing.]

Fuck it. Drink the whole fucking thing and cry until you throw up all over the floor. I'm sure your king would approve.