Well Felicity was right about that. There really was no rush, he supposed. It wasn't like he'd have time in the foreseeable future either. Once this fog was lifted he'd be spending even more time than usual to get the shop up and running and back to its former glory. It really was the wife he deserved.

"Yeah, but..." He wanted to say she was like a sister to him, but wasn't so sure that would come out the way he wanted it to. "You're easy to talk to." Especially half a bottle of whiskey in. He grinned slightly, raising his bottle in toast. "Also you remember me as awkward teenager, I'm pretty sure that negates any form of present awkwardness or obliviousness, the latter in which I'm told I exude in spades." That was his downfall he'd been told, that he didn't pay much attention.