It cuts, jar still hanging in his fingers limply when Kira lays into him. He knows he's been a shit friend, and not just to Karen. He takes a drink, then sighs, looking down at the dog and his own boots. "I know."

Being aware of it doesn't magically make him better at this, okay?

"You think I don't wish I could be better, for her? That's all I've wanted since we met. It doesn't fix me. Nothing can." He shoves the bottle back and holds onto one hand with the other, leaning over and braced against his knees now, displacing Aurora some as she gives an offended doggy groan. Booze can't fix him either, it can't even make him forget. Maybe that's enough for one night.