Martin relaxes a bit, relieved that Michael understands where he's coming from. That certainly makes it easier to appreciate his ongoing encouragement.

"Yeah," he says, managing a little smile. "Well, nothing's shut. Guess I'll just have to see if anything comes through."

He doubts it, but it's nice to imagine there's a shred of hope, even if that mostly feels like a mistake.

"I need a top-up," he says, gesturing with his empty glass. "You?"