Much smiled at Erato's appearance; it warmed him to be welcomed back, just an extra reminder that he's made the right choice. There'd been moments when the guilt had burst through tonight: why the fuck are you here instead of in Arizona? And he had to be firm: I'm here for Marcie. I haven't abandoned Marian. I'm here to look after Tuck and Will and make sure Stutely doesn't do himself a mischief taking on a toilet. Rob is okay with my choice so I have to be okay with it too.
A shot or two behind the bar had helped hush the guilt up. It simmered, gently, but it didn't bubble over, not like Thursday night.
Talking with people entirely unrelated to the mess helped even more.
"Lovely to see you too," Much smiled, resting his elbows on the car between them. "Having a good night? That hen do looked like your kind of scene."