Lucien had made him mad, he knew that when the glass was sat down with force. He looked back up at Emerson's face. He was really trying hard to make Lucien see that the whole world didn't suck at as he thought.
"I..." What could you say to someone who had their whole family ripped away like that. "Mother...she never said what happened, just that something had happened to you family and you were left..." it kinda made this problems seem like a grain of sand instead of a pebble in your shoe. Since Emerson had given in a little, it was only right to give a little of himself.
"I started drinking when I was thirteen, nearly fourteen. I did it as a way of making me looser during sex, at my partner's insistance. Then I realized that being drunk meant I didn't to have to endure lonely nights when my parents where out or even worse when they ignored me. I finally felt like I could deal with my life if I had something to drink. I just want to know they cared. That I am not some fucking inconvenise for them."