Lachlan wasn't going to fight with Iain on that one, so he left it alone.
Iain's memory hit him hard in the chest though and he nodded dumbly for a moment. "Yeah. Mine too. Fuck I hated them. I remember our mother's pink dress. The one she used to wear sometimes before things got really bad? When they still left the house on occasion, and not just to buy drugs? That pink dress always meant good things. It meant they were going out somewhere nice and they usually brought home a treat for us. And a year later we're digging through the rubbish to try to see if there's any scraps of food stuck to the inside of a can. Do you remember their dealer? The guy with no teeth?"