Rosinante gladly reaches for the bottle to have his own gulp. It's good stuff, too - probably the sort of thing meant to be savored more than the two of them are likely to do right now. Oh well - it's probably better that they're not drinking shitty booze while already feeling miserable.

He has another drink just for good measure, then drapes an arm over his folded knees, leaving the bottle in hand within easy reach for Will to take back if he wants more, since he imagines he does. He'll even generously shift the conversation to himself, which he's normally loathe to do.

"I've had a few people find some of my memories now. Wish they hadn't, but anyone who's told me has been understanding enough. Or maybe that's just what they're saying to my face." He shrugs. Most of the people here aren't actors - he probably would have picked up on that by now for many of them. On the contrary, a surprising number seem completely naive. Of course, only Cao Pi found one truly damning, and Cao Pi is certainly one person who isn't always straightforward with everyone.