Again, Alistair shakes his head.

After a moment, there's a quiet clink as he sets the bottle aside. (Next to him, this time, rather than on the floor. Easier to grab that way.) The pew creaks and shifts as he moves closer to Cullen.

Cautiously -- like he's still half-convinced this is a dream, and anything he touches will immediately dissolve -- he reaches to clasp Cullen's shoulder.