"Feeling sorry for you ... no." David laced his fingers together across empty air. "Not the way you put it, of course not. Believe me, I don't feel responsible in the slightest - but no matter what you say, I think I'm allowed to wish that bad things didn't happen to friends?"
He shrugged, and smiled. "It's not about pity - I do pity about as well as I do enabling. Which I suppose I might as well just admit to as a complete and utter failure. I confess, I only suggested decent alcohol because there's no sense in poisoning yourself physically as well as mentally. Really, though, it was the beginnings of a convoluted and subversive scheme to slowly supplement drinking with semi-decent conversation, or possibly board games." David paused, as though thinking, and then shook his head. "A scheme that you've now foiled, thank you. I'll have to find another way to earn my keep."