"I - uhm." He broke off with a sigh, taking a small sip of the scotch to wet his lips, licking the warm liquid off them before setting his teeth into his lower lip, warring with himself over what to say next. He wanted to tell her everything about Nate - and that was strange enough in and of itself, because there was really no reason for him to want to divulge the details of such a taboo relationship to an almost-complete stranger. But his brain kept telling him that this was Lia, and that he could - and he didn't know why. As the whiskey continued to catch up with him, he stopped questioning it.
"I lost someone.. very important to me. About six months ago. They.. they got very sick, and died in the house we shared." He'd always been reluctant to share that it had been his lover - his male lover, because Luc was very sensitive about being accused of being gay. Not that he had any kind of problem with the concept of homosexuality (after all, Nate himself was gay), but Luc was not himself - and he resented any allegations that he was simply because he'd fallen in love with another man. Because, trust, Luc still did love the ladies - very, very much so.
"I couldn't stay anymore after that - it was.." His throat tightened as the memories of those last couple months came rushing back, and it was definitely the fact that he'd had those drinks that caused the stinging behind his eyes - but he kept the tears at bay, because he'd kept them there for six months and wasn't about to let them go now. "It was just too hard to stay there anymore. So I sold the condo and moved into a hotel for awhile.. and here I am." He shrugged and forced a weak smile, raising his glass to his lips but stopping short to add, "I guess I'm just trying to get my life back together." He took a swig then, because he had just fessed up to more than he had to anyone (aside from his therapist, but she didn't count as a real person in Luc's opinion) about his situation to date.