"I'll catch up," he says with a confidence that is secured by the presence of two bottles to be finishing. It's going a lot faster now that they've dropped the pretense of needing cups to work through their drinking, their problems.

"You know I was thinking the same thing about the house I was in," he muses, smoothing his thumb and finger over his moustache as he leans in a little closer to take the bottle back. "But between the phantoms in the mirrors and the scratching noises I think we're safer here. 'Home', I believe you said." Doc manages a small smile as he takes a swig. In the shadows it could probably pass for a glass bottle of water.

"Haven't had one of those in a while." But they've settled in just fine. Doc even has more of a routine here than he did in Purgatory.

"If we're stuck here much longer you might need to revisit that bouncer idea." Just because he tries to be optimistic doesn't mean he's deluded, or stupid. The possibility that they might not be able to leave, and what that would mean for everyone in this house weighs heavily on his mind all the time.