Well at least you're enough of a respectable kind of asshole to go and drink your regrets away instead of not caring.

[She idly taps her fingers together, creating small sparks. Hawke doesn't really have any advice. Marriage is something that she knows exactly zero about besides what she saw from her parents and married life on the run wasn't exactly the sort of idyllic life most imagine. But he really just looks so pathetically sad that it stirs up a strange desire to help.]

Though in terms of actually fixing things, drinking is unfortunately completely useless despite being such a great comfort. It's really one of life's great unfairnesses.