When he flies out of the room, tiny Ray lands at the foot of Len's bed, barely sinking cross-legged into the covers. He's seen Len drink casually before, and he's seen him closed down plenty more. He's slowly learning Snart's script -- and maybe that's why he can see they might not be on it right now.

For once, he considers how a rogue might handle a situation like this.

"Guess I should've brought a glass out, huh?"