Might as well finish what we started. See where we are from there. [Yes, Lela, you can have attention again. He just has to try and ignore the itchy feelings of cuddling up with his best friend, his boyfriend, his husband for cozy movie nights, alternating between gritty westerns, action spy thrillers, and the entire slew of every old classic monster movie known to man.

(And then kids movies, when Charlie showed up. He swears that despite his inability to carry a tune in a bucket, he could still sing along to some of those musical movies pitch perfect simply from watching them so many times.)

No. No, wait, his mind has wandered off in that direction again, and he tries to shake himself free with another strong sip.] Maybe when this fades, and we're properly boozed up.