"No, you can't slow down," Gabe agrees. Getting the foundation; preparing the brick and mortar of the beautiful downfall of Niles Pottinger. Labouring the way with dimples and a quick wink to calm Niles down.

"But after what happened to you? Niles, please. 'Soon' isn't 'right now' or 'tomorrow.' One little day," He holds up a finger, as if the other couldn't count, "won't hurt." A wink. Another swig.

"Let me guess," He pre-emptively speaks: "We'll talk about it later, that's okay. I just worry you work too hard to make a fucked up world look perfect."