"You were never willing to listen to me back then," he said as he reached across her, taking the bottle back from Heather. "Back then I was a fool for running off and taking to the forest, remember? And why are we even talking about this. It's done. You can't change the past. Or, according to this place, the future," he added wryly, taking a big drink.
"Yeah," he said, glancing over at Heather. "She never loved him." Did he sound doubtful then? He couldn't tell. He was sure he hadn't meant to. "Anyway, you shouldn't be worrying about it. Why don't you just...send Allan a message or something. Tell him what you think of him," he said with a laugh, pushing away his earlier mood in an instant.