He sighs again, then flicks his eyes up to meet hers.

'Is tha' supposed to make it better?'

It makes it worse. That they could have what they both want but for some reason he's not allowed to know, they're denied it.

He drains his glass and stands up.

'It won' happen again, Alex. An' I don' wan' t'talk about it again, either. Alright?'

He doesn't sound angry. Just firm and detached. He can't hear this again - and with any luck, he wont remember of it anyway. He fully intends to walk downstairs and drink Luigi's bar dry.