He isn't fit for company, but somehow he expects they both know that. Maybe it brought her some strange comfort, or maybe she just wanted a post to lean on should her shakes get worse. Whatever the reason, he didn't have it in him to refuse.

Maybe he was just too tired. (Maybe it made him feel better too. Something to do. Someone to help.)

Reaching into his suit, he pulls out his cigar case. He jams his mangled cigar inside it and slips it away again. Then he turns and lifts an elbow.

A gentleman. If that gentleman were as ornery as a bear with two black eyes.