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Warren certainly isn't sneaking away from the little woman for an evening alone. He's been having evenings alone. He doesn't like them.

Even Warren knows he isn't very good company.

It's something which has been learned through experience, yet is still the lesser of two evils. But wife, Isabel, is home now. Yet Warren is in the bar.

Ah, yes. He's having thinking time. It may hurt. Just a little prick.

Thank you, I'll be here all night.

...

Not literally.

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[balletrat]

- I know you would, *Meg says, honestly.*

But people need space, too. I mean, you guys are just recently married, you're still figuring things out, learning to live with each other -

*Listen to Meg try and sound smart.*

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"Right," Warren mutters.

"But I don't need space. I need...not space. I need the least amount of space possible.

...

I should probably get back home."

[balletrat]

. . . which is why you come to a bar in space.

*Meg sighs.*

- well, tell Isabel I say hi, anyways.

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"I'll do that," Warren promises.

He gathers himself, then starts for the door and home.