"Well, congratulations on that," Coop said sincerely. Marriage, that was one of those things that seemed so far out of reach, especially now. Maybe at one time he'd thought himself capable but those possibilities had been well and truly squashed with the heel of a black stiletto.

"...does your wife know that you stare at a Thai restaurant like you're dying and it's the only thing that can cure you?" Coop asked curiously. Never mind the ridiculous name of the place, he'd get to that later. Right now, he was wondering if Newt was going to go plant a kiss on the restaurant's door or something.