With sobriety comes the clarity that one can concede to another without resentment.

"Well, hey, if snapping at me was one of your defenses, then I ain't gonna begrudge you the use of it."

He offers her a small, faint smile, a little wry as well, if she chooses to accept it.

Then straightening up with a sigh, he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"Can you at least open the door a little more? I don't wanna leave you like this."