He wouldn't usually miss someone sitting down next to him, especially not someone he recognizes from only - hours? was it hours? - earlier.

"Will loved Aladdin," he says, a little hazy even as her diving after the coin makes him laugh. It's a raucous, unstable thing, but it still counts. "It's not lost. But I'm definitely not sober anymore, so I have to start from scratch."

It sucks when it wasn't even his fault, but right now he isn't really thinking about that.