It was suddenly so ridiculous now that he had said it aloud, and he found himself laughing with her. "Oh, it's not an actual thing. It's the kind of thing a workaholic says to make it sound like a thing, but it is definitely not a thing," he insisted, and then suddenly he was laughing again. "Oh, hell no. And she's certainly not my wife anymore," he explained, taking a drink as she handed him the bottle. "The whole affair was about that level of ridiculous from start to finish," he explained, clearly not broken up about any of it anymore. Martha Gellhorn was not worth being torn up about.
"Sure you will, if that's what you want," he shrugged. He got the feeling that it might end up being a little more complicated than all that given the fact that her adult son was currently living with him, and he was sure that Millie was just lost to time and circumstances. "Your optimism is contagious," he told her, unable to stop himself from grinning right back at her. He took another long drink, feeling it burn and buzz about his brain before he handed the bottle back to her.