Niles' lips pressed together, dropping his gaze from Gabe. He looked at the bottle in his hand, his thumb rubbing over the crystal neck of it. He didn't really want another drink, did he? That glass was three drinks in one. That should be enough, shouldn't it?

But Gabe had an idea for how to handle the Amanda situation. Why couldn't he just say it now? Why one more drink? Why couldn't he--

Trying to fight through the haze and find a way out of this, he felt it again. That thing that was just on the edge of remembering. But it was sharp and jagged and he didn't want it. In pulling away, he didn't want to think about any of it anymore. Maybe Gabe was right. Just one more.

"Hand me my glass," he said, still staring at his hand on the neck of the bottle.