"Right.." he answers softly, reaching out to take her hand for a moment and give it a comforting squeeze. He knew it was a drink, but not that specific one, and didn't make the connection immediately.

He does get why Joan thinks that by dating someone, she automatically puts them in harms way. He wishes she wouldn't have to feel guilty about that. Mourning is bad enough.

"Yeah, I still can't drink Coors," he comments softly.