Now there's a sobering sight. Gwaine leans forward in his chair, balancing his elbows on his knees. He doesn't make the same connections as Jo—he doesn't have the information that she does—but drunk or not he recognizes distress for what it is. He's not the kind of man to stand aside and do nothing if someone else is troubled. Especially a woman.

Staggering to his feet, he nods to the others in the room and follows Jo after Julia. He's not really thinking about what he might be able to do, just knows he has to at least try.