No cigarettes, no more stress relievers. What was the next best thing? Well, liquor was. He preferred the stronger alcohol that burned his throat on the way down, warming his belly. The pain was soothing, and the bitterness was welcomed with open arms. A clear liquid that seemed to be the answer to his problems; making him forget them. It was effective. The more he sipped at the glass filled with vodka, the less he thought of the pain aching in his shoulder or the strange soreness in his chest- his heart. Swishing the bitter liquid in his mouth for a moment, he swallowed bit by bit and felt his eyes water, but he blinked the wetness away. The glass was empty, Wolfbite poured more to the brim of the cup before tossing it back into his mouth. He sat within the darkness of the bar in the city, hunched over along the counter with the bottle of vodka beside him and his, once again, empty glass in front of him. He was alone, and he wished that would last forever.

He swiped his tongue across his lips, taking the residue of the alcohol with it and swallowing thickly. His eyebrows lifted as he heard the door open, not bothering to look up as if he'd lost all motivation to save himself if he were to be in danger. A familiar voice reached his ears, sounding slightly muffled due to his senses being dulled. It felt... Good. The buzzing under his skin didn't feel painful, it was like a warm blanket being laid out on him, wrapping him up in its essence. He grunted softly, lifting the bottle up by the neck, setting it beside him as if offering the liquor to Jason. "Help yourself," he mumbled, leaning forward with his hands folded and his forehead sitting upon his fists. What was he drinking for? Many things came to mind with that question. "Everything."