[Envy gives up on arguing that point with her for now, as much as he hates that she's blaming herself for this. She's drunk, she's stubborn, it'd be better to wait until she's sober.]

I know, I know. It's worse than anything. You'll get through it, you will. We'll help you.

[He finally pulls back out of the embrace, at least enough to look at her properly. But he keeps an arm loosely around her shoulders. Contact is important.]

How much have you had to drink?