[ oh hell, he wants a drink. he could do a bottle of vodka just about now and the damn closet can keep the glass, too. He rubs a hand over his face. ]

Well, I'm glad for him. He lives across the hall from me so I guess I could make a lemonade out of lemons and steal all the 'welcome back' pies he'll be getting.

[ sarcastic. sour, still. ]