"That's part of the problem," he admits, shaking his head. For a moment he moves to set the glass down, but it doesn't last for long. Though he manages not to drink from it immediately when he picks it back up. "I'm forgetting something. Something big, and I don't know what it is," he admits, needing a drink then but holding himself to a sip.

"I know it upsets Vasquez, and he talks about the time since he saw me, but last I knew? He saw me about five minutes ago before he headed in with the others to console Billy about Goodnight taking off on him."

And that's where things end for him before this place.

"But this?" He holds up the glass a moment. "I woke up here dizzy and shaking and my gut was all twisted up. Couldn't think straight until I got a bottle from Vasquez. I've been nursing it along, but we'll see how long that lasts."

And he's doing everything he can to stave off the withdrawals he's never thought about or let himself experience before.