Cassian has no idea what, exactly, his facial expression is. He has had, officially a day - Jyn has died, Poe was nearly dead, Poe's friend - girlfriend, probably - Caroline was in a coma for all intents and purposes, and he'd been toying with the idea of getting drunk for at least an hour before now.

Before, before, before.

So Poe comes in and Cassian already feels numb - maybe he doesn't need a drink? But then he blinks and dismisses the idea of remaining sober. This is a goddamn wreck. This is a poorly mitigated disaster.

"A thousand years." His voice sounds hollow, and he recognizes that point between angry and empty. He snorts, opening cabinets.