[ He feels bad that he can't give her a better answer than that and is already reaching for a bottle behind the bar before she requests a drink. He pours her a glass, the liquid inside a rich, deep amber, and slides it across the bar to her. ]

On the house. The first few days are always the hardest kick in the teeth. It does start making sense, eventually. Sort of. [ Although the missing people important to you... he's not sure that ever gets easier. ] ...I suppose the alcohol helps until then.

[ Then again, he makes terrible life choices, you probably shouldn't take that advice. ]