Trina follows Will, taking his coat when he lays it across the chair and hangs it properly in her hall closet. She joins him at the kitchen and refills her glass of wine. She is still wearing her black pencil skirt and white silk blouse from work earlier, but she's kicked off her heels to get comfy. So, she hops up on the counter, legs crossed, and watches him move around the kitchen as she sips her wine.

"It's probably best to just listen to your lawyer, I just meant...were you able to talk with her?" Trina asks with a sympathetic smile. She reaches out and touches his shoulder. "Running off to the caribbean to elope with a Hollywood actress? I wouldn't call it...responsible behavior I'll admit, but you were in love. It makes you dumb. Or so I've heard."