"Not gonna say any of that shit," he answers easily. Because while it might all be the truth, it's a truth she already knows and she doesn't need to keep hearing it, as if that's going to somehow make it true now. That sure as fuck isn't how grief works and Sweeney, for all his bullshit and bluster, isn't ever going to force someone to feel a way they don't feel.

"Dunno if I can keep up with you either," he adds a moment later, looking down at her with a faint, fond smile. "You get this whole bottle in me and I may just pass out face first on your floor and then what'll you do? Seven foot leprechaun snoring away all bloody night."