He makes a small noise of agreement, before reaching for his own cider again. It feels a little foolish, hiding inside of a blanket, like a child. But it does soothe something in desperate need of that base level of comfort.

That tension hasn't gone anywhere. A few drinks might help unknot it somewhat, and he gratefully takes a swig. Luna, meanwhile, purrs contentedly and tips her head up into the petting, her little blue eyes closing.