Seth nods in agreement, and decides to head back to the couch. Might as well try to finish that Irish coffee, even if the whipped cream is melted and it's not quite as hot anymore.

"Apparently there isn't a God or Heaven in this universe anyway," he says, flopping down back into the couch. He feels weirdly tired now, from being so tense. But maybe with some more alcohol, he can manage to make it into a good kind of tired.