[He takes off his shades and sits up to set them on the table with his bottle, then kicks off his boots and settles back with one arm over his forehead and the other over his stomach. He doesn't close his eyes because that just makes him feel sick right now, so he just stares drunkenly at the ceiling where it isn't covered by his arm.

Niko's words and the drink have softened him a little. Maybe it'll be okay if he just tells him about Carla. After all, Elle knew about her from the moment they met- though to be fair, that was because he wanted her to find out who sold her. He's quiet for a few moments, then he finally decides.]

Met my wife in Vegas.

[They're both tired, so he isn't expecting to be elaborating on it now. He will if Niko asks, though.]