Okay, so... That's not a good look for Richard. Jeff almost winces, once he takes in the miserable posture and the alcohol. It's a look he's pretty familiar with, one reason he has a hard and fast rule never to drink alone, himself. If he's gonna have a drink, it's gotta be strictly social.

Even though he's totally uninvited, Jeff closes the door behind him, leaning back against it casually. At least he won't get much closer than this unless Richard actually invites him to. But man, it's like the guy doesn't even have it in him to bite right now. There's just this air of misery around him. So maybe it dampens some of Jeff's sunny disposition-- at least enough that it's at normal, human, tolerable levels now.

He shrugs one shoulder, casual, unbothered by the remark. If anything, there's a wry smile on his face.

"Athena's semi-feral. She can fend for herself for one night." Also, Jeff totally prepared a week's worth of dinners for her in advance, because he's such a dad like that. It's quite possible he's much better at taking care of others than himself.

"C'mon. You're not planning on a liquid dinner, are you?"

You need more than scotch, Richard!