"Of course I don't say where I found this damn thing. Okay." He'll just make a note to keep an eye out for pissed of antique dealers. He's accidentally liberated some of their things before. It just happens sometimes- he hasn't figured it out yet. Notebook gets closed, an empty trashcan gets tugged over, book goes in. He has to pat around the sofa to find a half empty bottle of vodka but- hell, it's an accelerant.

"I need- well yeah, I probably need more friends. I have issues though and people don't exactly have Similar life experiences for us to bond over." It's unfortunate, but true. In goes the vodka.