RAY: Care for a drink, Dee?
DEE, smiling: Sure!
They hold hands.
Dee waits on a couch while Ray gets beers at the bar. He passes one over the couch with his left hand and Dee spots a wedding ring.
DEE: oh. You're married.
RAY: What? --oh- No, not anymore. Well, technically yes, but-
Ray looks down, away from Dee.
RAY, quietly: she-- we're getting a divorce
RAY: The paperwork will be completed in a few months. So, no. Not really.
Ray looks dejectd, Dee looks a little hopeful.