with every bubble he sank with his drink

[It's not the problem that's the problem here. That sounds strange, he knows, but it's the truth. No...
Truly, the problem here is why the problem began.]

Two old men (who aren't really that old, anyway) stumble into happiness with no grace. Who needs it, anyway, when you have the only person in the world who can defeat you, by your side, looking at you more softly than anyone else ever has? [featuring trans mori specifically but you can assume pretty much everyone in here is cisn't]