"It does not matter. You lost her, the pain is there. A slip of paper does nothing for or against that." Marriage was a social construct. Love was human nature.

The waitress came and set their, thankfully still warm, food down. She also brought them two waters for when their drinks were gone, a rather pointed look at Nicky as she set it down. He didn't say anything, but his lips did curl a little upwards at their corners.

Once they were alone again, he shook his head and waved away her words. "I'm not going to eat in front of you without you eating, and if I don't eat she'll have my head."