[ A glass full of pure vodka, that's what he's got. There isn't a wince in him as he drinks it either, this is much closer to what he grew up with and in that there's comfort. Whiskey worked for a while, but tonight he needs something stronger on the sentimental scale. ]
I don't even know where t' start. I mean, you already know most of what happened... [ He takes another sip, letting it burn on his tongue for a moment. ] I'll tell you this though, I never would've made it through if it wasn't for you.