[At the sight of Balthazar Gabriel manages to pull an utterly fake smile onto his face.]

Tag; you're It.

[He strolls over in that tense way of someone not nearly as relaxed as they're pretending they are, and after a moment's pause takes the glass out of Balthazar's hand to set it on the counter. Despite himself, his expression softens into something more tired, more sympathetic, and equally bitter.]

Come on, bro. Let's get you out of here.