Whiskey, bourbon, Grunge couldn't tell the difference between them most of the time.
He turned his head to look up at his Uncle at that comment though, concern worrying at him a little. "What's worse about these days than the ones before?" he asked softly before he took the drink and propped himself up to take a sip, lying back down with the half-emptied glass on his stomach.
He sighed heavily at what his Uncle said. "Yeah. I know how that feels." he said in answer.