The rest of us got here a month before you did, we were all adjusting so I don't think it ever came up again. We were gonna get a house for us all to share, you know? So we could keep an eye on each other...

[ He was in the middle of refilling his own glass when those final words hit his ears, his hand trembling slightly before he set the bottle down. No matter what anyone said, he knew better; he'd let him get too close... ]

I think it was my fault, I hesitated...I should have been paying more attention but I was worried about the bullets on the ground. There were f-four of them and I was trying to get Trish to drop another one and then he was just...

[ He could feel his throat tensing as he spoke, his chest tightening as he shakily took up his glass and downed the contents. What he wanted was something stronger, but he would take what he could get. Did he really deserve anything good after everything that had happened? After he'd failed?

He didn't even care that he couldn't hold back the tears any longer, reaching for the bottle again and trying to pour himself yet another drink. He hadn't realised it, that he was carrying this around with him and somehow that made it hurt more. ]