Some of the books fell off the table onto the floor when Luther hit the table. Charlie hadn't quite expected that sort of reaction. Charlie picked the saucer off the table and flicked the loose ash off into it, exhaling a thin cloud of smoke out and upwards.
"I guess it just doesn't get any easier" he replied. He couldn't really apologise for asking what he had. But he was learning that time didn't heal everything. That his own bitter feelings about Neil's death might not be so easy to get rid off.