“You’re not having any wine?” I ask. He shakes his head with that sly smile. “I don’t drink,” he says. My eyes widen in my head. “You don’t?” I ask. “Nope. That’s how I got started. . . using before. I drank too much, and when that wasn’t enough, I started with the drugs,” he says. I swallow and nod. I wasn’t quite ready for this when I asked the question. We sit in awkward silence for a minute before I decide it’s time for another question.
Funny that I am normlly Dax in this scenario, & I have never thought about how uncomfy raw honesty can make others.
