He filled her glass and set the bottle between them. Hissing as the warm liquid burned the back of his throat, he dangled the glass between his fingers, just staring at the amber liquid left over. "Women do stupid things twenty-four hours a day. She's just letting those two asses and her past dictate the rest of her miserable existence." Finishing off the rest, he refilled the glass and set the bottle on the table, propping his bad leg up on it and rubbing a little on his hip. He'd noticed his pain had increased in the last few days, most like from the level of anxiety running through him. "Dunno, didn't think that far ahead. Wasn't supposed to even tell her. It just came out at the wrong moment. That kind of thing happens when you're hopped up on endorphins."