. . ha. [ at that, he pauses. looks down at the counter. ] well. y'know. i'm just an old power strip. really, nothing special at all. but kris—good ol' kris, that didn't matter to them. they played with me just like any other toy. things change, luv—people change. i don't blame them for moving on.
﹙ that look shifted in mild discontentment, sipping down the new cocktail moment by moment while thinking it through. a heavy sigh slipped. ﹚ why do you care so much about kris, then? if they left us in this kind of position. you said you're no better than us, so it's ..