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"More than I thought I would," Daniel says, the admission surprising him. "Who knows, maybe it turns out he's playing me like a fiddle. Back in Dubai, I took his life apart, broke up his, uh, marriage, I guess, of seventy-plus years. He let me. The fact that he sit there and let me means he wanted it, just like--"

Cutting himself off, he taps his fingernails on the empty bottle.

"We're beyond fucked up, but we're each other's fucked up."