"Really? The hardest thing ever?" Santi jokingly asks, his eyebrows raising as he grabbed the shot. "I'm sure it'll taste really good, though," he added to reassure her. With his career's end getting closer and closer with each passing day, it was getting really hard for him to deny to himself that all he wanted right now was to get himself black out drunk and silently grieve the life he used to have. "I'll be here all night so you can practice as much as you want. Maybe fourth time's the charm?"