"Those wines were worth millions, don't you think you deserved some kind of punishment?" he finally looked up at her, and it was gone, that cold murderous look that felt like lighting curbed in a jar, was gone.
Now, once again his eyes looked like the calm ripples of the sea, he wasn't angry anymore. As he drew the blanket over her body, she suddenly felt the urge to cry because of how he had previously yelled at her.
"Your life is worth more than that." She mutters to herself.
"Why do you drink so much?" She blurts out, waiting for him to look up at her again and answer her honestly.
She knew he was hurting, but the drinks really weren't doing him any good, the effects only lasted some hours, so why take such medicine for his pain when it wasn't even effective enough, it would only damage him later on.
And she couldn't stand seeing him damaged.
Deeply he sighs before saying, "I'm sorry."