As before, Roger obeyed Alicia's command, turning to face her as she joined him at the tasting bar. She was right, really- beating himself up wasn't going to solve any problems. It was an easy pattern to fall into- guilt, self-loathing- but it didn't help anything, in the end.
"You wouldn't beat up an old man," Roger replied, with a hint of a smile over the rim of his wine glass. That was, for the moment, the closest he'd give to a Yes, Alicia, you're right. She'd know what he meant.
Something about her words, however, caught Roger's notice. "Like you did?" he echoed, curiously.