[Falcon leaned back, resting his head against the wall and staring blankly at the cieling. Tears began rolling silently down his cheeks, though his face remained unchanged. His eyes followed Sander as he came into view, tilting his head a little, watching as he sat beside him.]
Worst thing is not even knowing what I want. Do I really want the truth, or would I just be happier like this? Either way... I wouldn't be living a normal life.
[He sighed, looking down at the bottle helf before him. He considered it for a moment, taking it from Sander and staring at it a moment longer.]
There's only one real truth in my life. [A fond smile formed on his face, the kind of look one might give when thinking of a lover.] That is my home... That's all I need.
[He took a quick swig from the bottle, followed by a soft growl. He pulled back, looking curiously at the bottle, then taking a second drink.]
Thanks... [He mumbled, hanging his head a little, looking at the frayed stitching on his suit.] Hrm... I'm gonna need a new suit.