"Yeah, well..." Richard shrugged. "Always tried to do my best. Still do. One of the regrets I have from the war is that sometimes my best wasn't good enough." He shrugged again and took a healthy swallow of Bourbon. At least Genie's wasn't one more face to be added to his nightmares. "Suppose I'll get over it." He chuckled wryly. "Now I just try to do my best at work. Compensation, probably."
He nodded. "They do tend to do that. It's something I've learned to work with. You get used to it."
Rich grinned in an attempt to change the mood. "So should I see about throwing something for dinner or order takeaway? What's your schedule look like? Fancy a movie on the big screen or a splash in the hot tub to get the feel for the thing before I get you off home?"