Gaspard pursed his lips, "I ran out of..." He sighed, "I ran out of whiskey." Shaking his head, he looked around the street was quiet, the night air was warm. Everything felt... off.
"How are you?" He asked, feeling totally out of his element and without a game plan. Gaspard didn't ever care if his behavior had hurt someone before... And here he was, suddenly as if out of thing air with two children and a serious relationship and it was... terrifying. Gaspard didn't have family, he didn't do family. Never had.