[ Both of his hands now wrap around his glass, and he tilts the liquid around for a moment, studying the way it licks at the rim, catching a faint light now and then before the flicker fades just as quickly.

Complicated. ]

I know that feeling well. You have my sympathies, though, Emma, I'm sorry it couldn't be otherwise for you.

[ He tries to be an optimist, though. ]

That's not to say it can't get better, of course.