"Ah, I see how it is." Eugene chuckled as he leaned against the counter with his cold dinner beside him. He tore into the chicken without much remorse, watching as his sister got herself some whiskey. Though his dinner was cold, it was the last thing he was going to complain about really.

Eugene's expression soured at the mention of his "wife". They were married in title only, bound by Theseus and nothing less. The fact that Eugene had put in the effort to try and make it work could not chance the fact that Astrild was, "not cut out for this," in her words. "Perfectly here, perfectly fine." He said before he popped a potato in his mouth.

Shaking his head at her last question, Eugene shrugged. "Nope."