He notices the offer. He turns it over and over in his mind, and wonders if he ought to have come high. Sober, he's too full of thoughts, too prone to worrying. The drugs take the edge off. They make him able to function. But he knows refusing would be worse than taking the offer-- at least, at first. Perhaps eventually Amaris would realize what sort of person Dimitri is and want him to back away again. Is it better to be honest early or to see if it's possible to put off opening that box of cats?

Moving in step with Amaris, he exhales slowly and considers the reality before him. A reality where he's part of his family and not a satellite on their orbit.

It's a harrowing thought, really, that he could drag someone else into his mess.

"It's my fault, really." The words are out before he can stop them. "I... Didn't have control over myself." He gives Amaris an apologetic look. "I've missed so much... I'm sure you... probably could have used a brother, honestly, and I'm sorry for that. I want to tell you and Amaya that my den is open to you always, that I... I would gladly listen to anything you have to say. Whether it's questions about the Five, or the spirits, or magic, or... just life." He realizes he's left out one. "Aelia already knows. She's the reason I'm even doing this. Seeing her reminded me that... That maybe I should be a better brother. To all of you."