Standing up beside her, he ran a comforting hand up and down her back. "No booze until you've eaten something." He decided as he started toward the kitchen. He highly doubted she wanted to add feeling sick or hungover to the heartache.

Jess was no master chef, but he could whip up pancakes pretty quickly in a pinch. Plus they had some fresh fruit and honey his mother had dropped off recently. He pulled the ingredients together quickly and started measuring into a bowl, heating up the stove top whole he worked. "Pancakes or eggs and toast?" He would at least give her the choice, but he wasn't pouring booze until she had something in her stomach.

He would persist in this until she gave in because he didn't really know what else to do.