Ciaran's question made Dan stand straighter and raise his head, and it chased the want away. His back ached no matter how he stood, so he might as well stand up straight. Besides, he was getting used to it now. The pod machine stopped at that point, so Dan lifted his mug and turned to face Ciaran.
"I'm an alcoholic," he admitted straight away. "I started drinking when I was thirteen, started drinking with the aim of getting drunk when I was fourteen, and never really sobered up for years. But then I was in the right place at the right time to get help, and I've been sober for fourteen years now."
He drank some of the coffee, and ran his free hand through his hair - he was nowhere near as neatly-presented as his dad always managed to be and he probably wouldn't be, no matter how long the body-swap thing continued for - which then promptly fell into his face again. "I started the support group here on the station, like an AA thing, but I did it because I needed it. I'm not going to drink, I don't want to, but... this place is a struggle at times."