A while, [he confessed, setting his pen aside as Garnet slid into the adjacent seat.] I needed to get out of the apartment a bit to think-- and not in a place where someone would encourage me to get drunk.

[Because he'd have been surprised if Garnet hadn't notice how frequently he'd been hanging out with Squalo in recent weeks. Manticore's apartment was a relatively safe place, where people wouldn't ask him questions or anything. ]