Vincent was in no hurry to get trashed and he enjoyed his beer slowly, enjoying the taste just as much as he would later enjoy the effects of the alcohol. He always enjoyed a drink, but sometimes he just wanted to actually enjoy the drink, without feeling the need to get drunk just yet.
"Yeah," he said. "It was just me, Mom and Rebecca. She's ten years younger than me so for a good while there I had to shoulder the responsibility. With Dad not being around-"
He broke off. That wasn't something he wanted to discuss, not with most people and certainly not with someone he'd just met.