[Strange, to be sobered by alcohol. Yet it calms him.]

No, perhaps not.

[He restoppers it and places it back in his pocket.]

In a world of double everything, it keeps a man sane. Double crosses, double agents, double and triple copies of every file. I'd go mad without it.

[This is too real. Too damned real. Every minute with Julian's hand on his back and them walking and talking together is making this illusion too damn real to be nothing.]