The change of topic was welcome, and he laughed. "Bet you wish you could drink," he grinned, shifting a little to put his back in the corner of the couch and drag Ari more firmly against him. "Although I can't imagine getting smashed during a rehearsal." It was like getting smashed before going to mediate. It seemed counterproductive.
"How has rehearsals been going, darling?" He had tickets for opening night, and he knew it would be good, regardless, but Ari's rehearsal stories always cheered him up.