'The marriage was insanity.'
'The glory days,' Doran said wistfully. 'You say we had our moments, but not you. You were a good boy for so long. Sensible, abstemious. You were, Eli,sorry, that sounds like an insult but it's not. Only she could turn you out of your equilibrium. She had a knack for it.'
'Not that she meant it, I don't think,' Eli mused. 'But she did make you want to lie down in the middle of traffic, alright.'
'Was that how it felt?' Doran asked.
'That's how it feels how it felt like,' Eli said. 'But I don't know. I don't know how it was for her. At all.'
Eli took a sip of his beer, Doran a deep quaff. The barman showed no signs of resurfacing; the clock ticked on.
Colin Barrett, Young Skins (2014)