Alex knew. Alex wasn't going to ask. They hurt but he clung to those memories fiercely. He wasn't going to rob himself of them. The pain was worth it.
"Oh, because we used to steal a bottle, pick a car and take it for a drive. The jaguar as nice as it was had no back seat, but the rolls..." Alex grinned, then looked more serious. "I never drove drunk." He had at least some sense, what they did while they were waiting for the effects of the alcohol to wear off... well he didn't want to say. "And we never smoked in the house." No, they hung out of windows and climbed on roofs to do that.