He had no idea, frankly. No idea at all. But that was okay. Maybe someday Booker would explain to him how important it was - this job, and him as a boss.

Someday when Booker wasn't still hungover and grieving over someone who wasn't dead.

"Nah," he said in answer to the question. "I'm fine, I just... need to rest." He wouldn't drink in Jack's home, not without being expressly offered. Not while he was still Booker's boss.