He was pretty sure he'd lost a few minutes without knowing where he was while she was gone. He bristled like a cat when she poured down the bottle which stung both his arm and the side he'd been stabbed with repeatedly. He gripped the bottle from her forcefully, shaking some of it onto the floor before taking a huge swig. It burned on the way down but at least it kept his insides from coming up.
Once she had lawfully been his wife, this little scared bride that he told what to do and where to go. He'd kept her in his own little cage, but now she had spread her wings. Never had they shared a moment that was truly that of a married couple. Tonight was that rare moment. They'd finally grown towards each other instead of fighting tooth and nail.
He stared at the burger wanting to push it aside. His eyes glazed over a little moving his gaze up at her as he hung himself on the arm of the chair. "Can't." He wasn't sure he could keep it down, but he had a feeling she was going to make him.