Don’t be, it’s not as though you meant for the conversation to take such a turn.

[He responded with a sad smile, though thanked her for the refill. Even if he absently remembered Murdoch once saying alcohol was a depressant, it still felt like it helped right now. It relaxed some of that lingering tension.]

You’re quite right... [He hums a little, before adding to try to salvage the conversation.] You know, he’s actually visited the station house I work at a few times? Before I uh— started working there. He became quite well acquainted with the other detective I work with and the inspector.