It's incomprehensible how anyone could've lasted so long in such good spirits, really. Annoying as it could be at times, it's impressive... and in the absence of his cheer, really fucking distressing. Understandable, but distressing.

He doesn't take the cue. Instead he stands there, stock-still and staring for a long moment. They could do this. Might even find something. He thinks, fleetingly, of long journeys and drinking games and just shakes his head, weary.

"What do you want?"

Not beer or bourbon or whatever might be tucked away in some corner. A drink's a drink; the question is whether Aaron wants a distraction or to drown it out a while. Dancing around one in search of the other's just a waste.