When she stands, the temptation to turn on his heel, and hold her against him again is almost overwhelming. Just...for a minute. Drop his head onto her shoulder, and remember what's real, what's in front of him.

But he won't. He's not a kid. He's not.

He takes the whiskey instead, and shakes his head.

'No. Jus'...'

Whiskey goes down his neck, and he slits the top off a new pack of smokes.

'You don' have to go.'

He doesn't want her to go.