"It's not your fault," he mutters. He hates talking about his own past. His mind shies away from it, especially lately. No matter how drunk he gets, he does not want to deal with any of that stuff.

He pounds back the next one quickly, suddenly aware that this is turning into one of those 'get blindingly wasted' evenings. Elizabeth will be angry with him. Oh well, not the first time and it won't be the last.