That's the beautiful part of a romance-- the mess. The entanglement. The inescapable and ineffable chaos of attraction. Perhaps it's disingenuous not to mention that he was, until so recently, more committed than he'd have been in any marriage, but honestly he doesn't want to talk about that. Least of all with someone who so openly scorns the idea.

There's something to be said for drowning one's sorrows, and not only in liquor.

"I expect it is."