"Change?" he asked. "Oh I'm not changing anything, I'm getting wasted tonight," he said, all very matter of fact. "We'll get drunk some other time."
He smiled, then leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Good. I wouldn't want that. Then again, I am pretty spectacular in bed," he nearly teased, because it was easier to tease and play than be serious.
The smile only lasted until someone cut in, shook his hand and offered his 'deepest condolences'. He frowned. "I hate this," he whispered. "Can't people just go away, I don't care what they think."