He took the groceries from her in the same had that had the bottle of whisky, so they each had a hand free, and smiled softly that she had acquiesced the assistance. He moved over to stand beside her, casual and near, their shoulders nearly brushing.

"A bit," he admitted. "He knows about me. But it's still--"

He looked down at the liquor in his hand and narrowed his eyes a little bit, critical of himself. "I actually came to talk about us, though? I don't mind talking about him, after, just..."