"I know the feeling," Lachlan murmured darkly. Every single time something even slightly bad happened, even say being cut off when trying to board the subway, and his instinct was to seek out a hit and escape from the world. It wasn't an option any more, but that didn't mean the instinct went away. It was frustrating.
"Glad Al was there for you. I had a day like that last week. Had to call Ciaran a few times. I can't even remember what happened, I just remember feeling horrible."