He'd already cried all that out a long time ago. All that's left is what other people or just life can keep taking from him. And it just so happens that no matter how hard he tries, they can just keep taking, and taking, and taking.

Fingertips warmed up by touching coffee move up along the scar and his touch lingers for a while before he pulls his hand away.

"I'll have you know I'm a 'scumbag bottom-feeding' lawyer par excellence. Lying professionally is apparently what we do for a living."