[ Will gets up from the couch as Malcolm comes in, swaying slightly as the dogs reach Malcolm to greet him. Will gets over there eventually, though, hugging him close. He seems in better spirits, if only because he's been consuming said spirits. He hardly drinks at all anymore, so he wonders if that's lowered his tolerance. ]

It's a very good evening for the blanket. God, no wonder my dogs would steal mine sometimes. This one just smells right.

[ He makes a show of sniffing it and sighing, a small smile on his face. He starts moving over to the couch, not flopping down on it only to be careful of excited dogs. ]

Did you get some good quiet time in? I know it's only been a couple of hours, but you never know here.