Kirk murmurs, "Damn it. I thought I was okay with this."
"You are okay with this. It just stings, when you realize how much you like her. How fun she is and how little of your shit she'll take." He laughs bitterly. "And how she'll never, ever, be yours."
Kirk looks up slowly. "Ohhh, you too?"
"Why do you think I was such a surly cuss to her about him?"
"But it gets easier?"
"It does. I wouldn't lie about that." He pats the bottle. "This helps."
Kirk extends his glass. "Then give me more of that fine Kentucky medicine."
