[He reaches for the bottle without thought, though he stares at it for a moment or two as his mind wars against the fuzzy, tipsy part of him that tells him that one more sip isn't going to hurt.
He tips the bottle up, taking a swig. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a thumb and sucking on the pad. Hands the bottle over to Kaveh.] It was a matter of time. They are, apparently, in the so-called 'Honeymoon phase'.
[A shrug. There's no use crying over traumatized eardrums.]
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He tips the bottle up, taking a swig. Wiping the corner of his mouth with a thumb and sucking on the pad. Hands the bottle over to Kaveh.] It was a matter of time. They are, apparently, in the so-called 'Honeymoon phase'.
[A shrug. There's no use crying over traumatized eardrums.]