Hey, if it's all a dream or a coma or whatever, why not get some stuff off your chest? Process it and all that. Viggo could probably use the same, what with everything going on this past month.

That doesn't necessarily mean he's going to.

He nods a little, understanding the motivation. "I'm sorry," he says sympathetically. Then, after a moment: "Unfortunately I doubt my partner would be much use as a sober companion," he says softly, giving her a small smile. Just a small joke to lighten the seriousness a little bit.