Emery crossed the kitchen and threw open the refrigerator door. "Well-" He began, his own blue eyes darting about the contents of the box. "I have... Coca-cola, water, bee- beets, but those aren't particularly for drinking, are they?" A nervous laugh left his throat. Beer. Liam's beer. He knew that his brother was protective about his alcohol. If it had disappeared at the hands of some boy, Emery would never hear the end of it. Neither would the boy. "Ah, and there's milk!"
At Trenton's question, his head poked out from the side of the door, brows raised. "I- well, not exactly like priests. When you come to me, it is automatically under the contract of physician-patient confidentiality, you see. When I became a doctor, it was something I had to agree to. I promise you, whatever happens in here is between you and me, Mr. Beck."