George snorted. "I'll file them with all the rest," he said, reaching for the letter on the table. He crumpled it in his fist, sighing deeply, but couldn't bring himself to Banish it. Or toss it toward the fire. His hand tightened around it until his knuckles were white, then took a slow, even breath before stuffing it into his pocket.
Bastard...
He gestured toward her glass. "Drink up," he said, his voice a bit rougher than he'd expected, and he lifted his glass to her. "To why not."