Nate nodded. "Yeah. What I need is a drink." He closed his eyes. He'd always been a drinker, but he'd kept it under control when Sam was alive. "I became an alcoholic, and just before you got here, Sophie and the others held an intervention."
He hated that he couldn't just let go of everything and be happy Sam was there and alive. He was happy, but he couldn't just let himself get lost in it. He had to hold on to everything else, at the same time.