Everyone deals with grief in different ways, Eggsy. ( take him, for example; occasionally getting pick-me-up plastered and needing a ride home because of the ghost of harry hart that still torments him because he lets it.

but even headily intoxicated, roxy has more tact than to say that. she swallows that observation for a later date and continues to wax poetic about about the pain of loss. )

There's no right or wrong way about it. Besides that, it'd be a private matter, not something we flaunt the second we pull up in the moving truck. It could be a very effective nail in the coffin of our emotional manipulation — ( being vulnerable around people tend to make them trust you. or rather, made them feel superior to you ) — as well as explain away any inconsistencies between us as a couple.

( and she tips er wine glass at him, like that's his queue to go oooh and cheers her for this thorough thought process. )