Maybe that's the best way to play it. A simple New Year's kiss, nothing more.

Only that's stupid because they both know it's more than that. Gene looks at the floor, then sighs in exasperation and runs his hand over his forehead, through his hair.

'Should really go and check they 'aven't killed each other,' he mumbles, right before sitting down at the table opposite her.

He'll check on them later, when he goes down to drink himself into oblivion.