Will raised one eyebrow with a slight tip of his head. Point- but they weren't drinking to dull the pain. One beer didn't dull shit. He knew, he'd been there.
"I know where you're at," he said, toning down his voice somewhat from his angry snip of before. He leaned forward, setting his knife aside. "I've done the drinking to forget thing. I betrayed and let down the people I love because of those choices, and I had to work real fucking hard to earn their trust again. It felt like swallowing razor blades, having to admit what a shitty person I'd become. But- I got there. Y'know? If anyone knows anything like what you're feeling right now, it's me." He watched her seriously, but he held some compassion for her. "I am willing to trust you, but you've gotta put the work in first. For Evie's sake."