Lachlan reached for the water and he had it nearly to his lips when his brother asked if he was using. "W- No!" he squeaked out, horrified that Iain would think so.
But why wouldn't he? Lachlan had fallen off the wagon again and again- He had run away from their home nearly a dozen times, and even held their beloved uncle had knifepoint to try to rob him for drug money because nothing else had mattered more in that moment.
"No, I- Iain, no!" He was not, however, very convincing.