Peter leads her further into the room, one arm looped over her back, the other one grasping one of her hands. He sits her down at the edge of his bed, gives her hand a quick squeeze, then heads over to the table.

He scoops some ice from the ice bucket into a single cup, the ice cubes gently clinking against the glass. And once the ice bucket is recapped, he reaches for the pitcher and pours a glass of water.

He brings it back over to Liz and offers it to her.