Oh, poor Lyra. He did hold his hand out then, as an offer she could take or leave. "Shit," he said gently. "It sounds really bad. Yeah, me too. They weren't so much cocaine days as partying too hard days and there was coke about four or five times. I overdosed on alcohol." And one time, he had purposely overdosed on medication too, but he'd already brought the conversation down enough times with his bullshit and this was Lyra's time. "So I know how it feels. Like your blood is poison."