His eyes close, inhaling again as he finds his hands shaking. It's hard holding himself back, keeping himself from giving into desires.

"Never did it myself but thinking I'm going to have to," he admits, groaning as he took another sip. "I... I never had to be without alcohol before. Could grab a bottle from the last saloon and get another at the next town."

And learning to live without it is making him feel like death warmed over.