"Nothing about it is 'right'," Maximus said solemnly. "In no sane world would you be forced to make that choice. You made the best one, in the circumstances, but I cannot say that anything about it was right."

He reached out, fingers slipping around the shared glass, and took a long, deep drink.

A moment later a red-faced bartender set a bottle of beer down in front of Wyatt with a sharp, pointed tap and a glare, before turning and immediately walking away.

Maximus raised an eyebrow after him and then looked questioningly back at Wyatt.