Letting out a low whistle at his 'tale', he sat up only to down his drink and move to pour himself another one as well. "That is a tragic backstory worthy of a drink."He agreed, raising his and taking a long sip before frowning. Normally sharing wasn't his 'thing', but he'd promised if the younger had, and after all he knew how crap it was to have people go back on their word.
"Well, lets see. My dad was a dick, being the oldest he took to torturing me and teaching Stefan, my little brother, to listen blindly and without question. His exact words. Then I turned 18, joined the war. Not a good idea, by the way."Pausing, he downed the rest of his drink, frowning into the empty glass before setting it aside for a moment. "Came home from leave and then-"
Sighing,his frown turned into a scowl,fingers curling nearly hard enough to shatter the glass in his fingers. Nearly. "Katherine."His tone was spitting, full of acid and hate. Sure, he'd forgiven her before, but only for wanting to survive like all their kind. All the shit she'd done to them, to him? He would never forgive, even now. Reaching absently for the bottle, he poured until the glass was nearly full,sliding the bottle toward Aed and shaking his head.
"I'd say trust a pretty face but then I'd be a hypocrite. More like, never trust pretty faces who treat you like a toy."