"Hell, why would I break up with her?" Reese asked, surprised. "She's...incredible, absolutely and extraordinarily beautiful inside and out. No, I didn't break up with her... It was something else..." Reese took a drink from his glass, then was slightly startled when a soldier on the other side of the table slammed the bar table with his fist in laughter among his companions. Taking quick opportunity of this, Reese spiked Mortar's cocktail with the Oreo dust while he was distracted. Mortar was going to need a good drink. "Well," Reese began. "Cyan and I did...something the day of the anniversary of when we first met. We were spending time together here in this same bar, while Clara and Wyatt--and of course you--were away. In fact--" Reese gestured toward Mortar's seat. "--you're sitting in the same seat that she was that day. It was an...amazing night. Talking about memories, experiences, feelings, all that. However, we...got sort of...wasted." Reese quickly noticed the stark reaction on Mortar's face. "No harm was done, believe me," Reese assured, his hands held toward Mortar. He then set his hands down. "When that happened, we got...intimate...rather quickly. Pretty soon, we found ourselves wrapped around each other and heading over to my house, and..." Reese paused for a moment, then hesitantly continued. "Do you remember Brutus?"