Smiley wandered the cold town. He couldn’t go home yet. He wasn’t up to Martha giving him the silent treatment. She’d be past the physical violence phase, but not yet ready for reconciliation.
A couple more hours she’ll be softened by wine and cat videos.
As Smiley rambled about, praying for the day when the bars will be open again, he tried to identify where things went wrong. He wanted to blame Martha’s weird tendency to not want solutions for the problems that plague her. Though, a better reason might be his inability to listen and analyze her every word.