So they're in this together, now? Aaron has a half formed joke about that, something about invitations for his little pity party, but it doesn't quite form in his head. That, and, coward that he is, he can't quite make himself want to free Daryl from this endeavor.

Well, he thinks, you know what they say about misery and company.

Feeling selfish, Aaron stands, no longer leaning back on an embossed desk. This entire setup is wrong. He shouldn't be doing this. Drinking late at night isn't him.

"I heard Gregory likes to hide old bourbon in storage closets." He's suddenly lost his taste for wine.