Twilight didn 't go home right away like every evening.

Instead, he stopped at his usual bar.

It had been some time since he 'd been there, but that night, he needed to think.

Seeing the bottle of scotch reminded him of that time Yor and him had been kicked out (and he had been literally kicked by his wife). He smiled at the memory that seemed like a lifetime ago.

That familiar tightness in the chest became stronger.

He didn 't want to leave his family. He didn 't want to leave Yor either.

But he had no choice.

'Hey, what are you doing here? ' A familiar voice asked, sitting next to him.

It was Franky.

'What does it look like I 'm doing? ' He snapped in a bad mood.

'Sulking, ' Franky answered. 'You 're usually back home at this hour. Having problems with the wife? ' His friend joked.

'No, ' He took a long sip from his drink.