Had he stepped in it? Brian hadn't put on shoes since two days prior, when he had gone out for more whiskey. Looking down at his feet, he turned one towards himself to inspect it. There was a long cut running along the arch, shifted to one side. Frowning, he squinted. "Uhhhhhh," he started, poking at it and immediately cringing. "Ow. I got a little cut. It's not bleeding though. Done. I'm a doctor, I can fix it." Okay, he was a dentist, but it was close enough.