Andrew looked at his empty glass on the bar, waiting for the bartender to give him a refill.

He massaged his temples as a way to reduce his headache and then glanced to his right side, finding that he was not alone there.

A young man sat to Andrew's right, sipping a drink with a sad expression.

"Lawson," said Andrew in a flat tone.

“Yup.”

“Still having a hard time?”

He referred to Lawson's husband, who left him two years ago.

Just like him.

“Yeah… I've been looking for my ...