[Manolo seemed happy and that was more than Joaquin could ask for. He wanted him to be happy every day.

The mention of booze, however, distracted him from the heaviness of the emotions they had been sharing.] Now you're speaking my language!

[Eager, Joaquin shifts and puts his arm up on the bed, turning his body to watch Manolo go for the bottle.]

Can you believe they won't sell us this stuff? Seriously, at our age? You'd think they were afraid we'd be irresponsible about it.