Oh, so you worked that out, huh? Well, never actually done a foursome to be honest...

_{[ He took another shot of the bourbon, closing his eyes as he let the burn of it comfort him down his throat and to his belly. A hollow comfort, a passing one, but a comfort all the same and one he willingly embraced since his body had betrayed him and he couldn't find the strength to keep submerging himself in the pain of physical exertion. ]}

Can you spare me the poetry crap? It's not a damn funeral, he went home and I'm still stuck here, that's all.

_{[ He couldn't handle sympathy. Kind words. It wasn't in him to handle those things, to accept them, not yet. ]}