Gene sighs and massages his forehead briefly. A headache is starting to form, no doubt an early-onset hangover from the drinking he started early today.

'You can't 'ave it both ways, Drake. Either it's like tha', or it isn't.'

She obviously wants him, or will do. He now knows he'll be available. If it isn't 'like that' then something's wrong somewhere because he can't see it being him that says no.

Maybe there's something off-putting about her that he just hasn't seen yet.

The notion that he might think differently in eight years time, or have been affected by becoming single, doesn't enter his head. He can never imagine himself changing.