"She was... kinda beatin' herself up," Reno admitted. "Sorta came in and called herself a bunch'a names, and went right for the tequila. S'been since Mexico since she hit that, wasn't it?"

Beer labels were awesome. Except Reno's. His was mostly gone, now.

"She wanted to know what to do, if anything could make it better. I didn't know what to tell her. So I kinda just said to give you time. I'm not so good at this relationship stuff, man."