Your wait was short lived, Miguel. Dwight had been spending more time the last few minutes fiddling with the half empty glass in his hands than he had drinking it.

"Hey Miguel..." he said glancing over for a moment. "Thanks for... this.." he said with a general wave around them.

And before he could say anything else he might had wanted to, Dwight's head went down onto his arms that were folded on the table.