"That depends on who you ask," Dan says, turning to lean against the counter, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "My sponsor would have said it's because we're drunks. Just who we are. I'm sure there would have been a line-up of shrinks to give any number of reasons. Genetics-- my father was a drunk. Trauma. Grief. Inability to deal with reality."
He shoves his hands in his pockets, but he's looking at Marcus, not flinching away.
only sick as your secrets
"When I drank, I didn't shine. It went away. Thought I killed it off a few times, but it always came back when I sobered up. Most of the time, I could stay numb. People are fine with just five senses. Less than. I didn't need it. Didn't have to deal with ghosts, with what other people were thinking or feeling. I tried coming over here that night because it was so fucking loud at the Bramford that I wanted a drink."
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He shoves his hands in his pockets, but he's looking at Marcus, not flinching away.
only sick as your secrets
"When I drank, I didn't shine. It went away. Thought I killed it off a few times, but it always came back when I sobered up. Most of the time, I could stay numb. People are fine with just five senses. Less than. I didn't need it. Didn't have to deal with ghosts, with what other people were thinking or feeling. I tried coming over here that night because it was so fucking loud at the Bramford that I wanted a drink."