"Oh, you were so much more diplomatic than Kate will be. Lack of wisdom, huh? Watch. She'll just call me an old fool," he laughed.
"Jack, you forget that the best things in life are finer with age. Firewhiskey, art, furniture...And twenty years from now you'll be saying wives just get better with age too. Its a time honored survival skill.
"Alright, let's go home, shall we?" he said. He drew his portkey for the house out of his pocket and ported home. He ordered some tea to be sent upstairs and headed up to his room.
Brian met him in the hallway. "You look like hell," Brian said.
"Thank you," Robert said. "It could have been worse."
"Shall I get you something?"
"No. Thank you," Robert said. "Some of this just takes a bit of time."
"As you like. Just let me know when you're done pretending it doesn't make you miserable," he shrugged, going downstairs. Robert just shook his head and went on to his room.