It's like the one thing that used to make the shit somewhat bearable was one cigarette, just one.

[ It was what they went back to whenever stress took over, and yet. No such relief here. Quentin doesn't smoke so much that he went into withdrawal, but he was cranky about it. And if there was even the slightest option to have it again, he'd go flying.]

At least we have alcohol. [He doesn't want to think of a world without that, thanks.] And, you know, each other.

[It's such a corny thing to say but Q is super corny and he smiles at her in that way that he has since they were kids.]