He drink, draining the glass before he took the bottle and poured more as Set sat next to him again. He didn't feel victorious in serving to curse at Set another day, but it might have just been Heru's contrary manner at the moment.

"I really hate you," he said as he drained the second round of whiskey, and slumped on the couch. "I really hate you." It was the least he could point out at the moment, sighing a little as he let his eyes drift close. Between his family and...Set's wives, he was exhausted.