"She wouldn't have gone off with another. She loved me, I know she did." He took the glass she passed over to him. "Married? Wait, what?" and knocked back half of it without really thinking about the burning sensation. That wasn't nearly as painful as plenty of other things he'd gone through.
"Well I don't like to be alone. I am but I don't like it. You don't have to be alone, Sarah Jane. I'm here. I promise not to drop you off in some random place again. I did it because I was scared of losing you to something worse than old age." He finished off the rest and set the glass down, refilling it.