"I'm trying to be encouraging. You look more than drunk kid, I've got a scary feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know you come back, I know you're here when your older... But.." She made a noise that wasn't far off from 'eh' but it was drawn out. "Lives aren't cookie cutter, I wasn't saying that. Because our fuckups are completely different. At different levels. Mine almost got me dishonorably discharged, and would have ruined my career if it hadn't been for someone looking out for me, and getting that fuckup expunged from my record. So I'm trying to do that. I'm trying to look out for you, buck you up, for whatever you've got to go back to." It wasn't like she could go into his world his time and help him clean up whatever mess was making him want to drink himself into oblivion.
Shepard shifted a little and more things popped. She gave him a sideways glance. "Ignore that." She folded her legs under her and sat a little straighter. "Do you have anyone back home, looking out for you Dan?"