Did he? That doesn't surprise her, and she makes a 'well, there you have it' gesture with her glass. It's good advice. And unlike the rest of them, the Balladeer is actually in a position (or perhaps just of a disposition) to take it.

The vodka is starting to kick in, making her feel warm and expansive. As such, she's rather moved by the simple act of him finally turning to look at her. The fact that he's on the verge of tears doesn't help matters, and her throat is already tightening in sympathy when he reaches out a hand and pronounces her the best friend he's ever had. Now she's the one fighting back tears, and she hastily sets her glass down so she can reach back with both hands.

"Come here," she says with a sort of maudlin determination. "You need a hug. I need to hug you." It's very important - so much so that she doesn't so much wait for him to meet her as she does haul him over and into her arms. There we go, that's better. "I'm so glad you're here," she says, her tone bordering on fierce even though it's a bit muffled by his shoulder. "It's like Iman said. You're family."