Fingers grasped Leonard's, squeezing back, patiently listening as he got it all out. Or most of it anyways. He knew that Whiskey was skipping over some things, but he didn't blame him.

A rarity for him, but he owed that to Whiskey. To listen to it. To hear it all and actually pay attention instead of turning to it with half an ear. In some ways he didn't want to hear it. Hearing it made him feel like he had somehow failed, like he should have been there when all this shit went down. But the rational part of him said no, there wasn't anything to do for it. Wishing to turn back time was pointless, and he already knew what going back in time could do to someone.

He wanted to say he was sorry, but that wasn't right. Well, he was sorry. He was sorry all of this had happened to Leonard, that he had to live that kind of life. But it wasn't the right thing to say, wasn't what the other would want to hear. He wouldn't want it from Leonard.

"And the rest is history?" he asked, though there wasn't a flippant tone to his voice. It was quiet, giving him an out if he needed it, realizing he had gotten quite a bit of a very difficult story out of the other already.