[ It wasn't the revelation he expected. Not that he had been expecting anything in particular. Maybe it's better to say that it wasn't something he could have come up with— outside of his own considerable vocabulary of degradation. His own family life, before the scandal, had always been happy.

He presses his lips into a queasy line and then gestures at the bottle. ]

You can have the rest of it, if you want. I don't blame you if you don't want to remember this tomorrow.

[ A moment of pausing. He actually feels a bit bad for pressing, now. ]

If you were wondering, I'm offended on her behalf.