“Maybe I like being sad.” His eyes drift to some point beyond me. “When you’re sad, nothing else really matters anymore.” Somewhere deep under the heavy wool of alcohol’s influence, a warning bell rings out. But I’m far too gone, far too numb right now to pay it much notice. I make a face. “And that’s a good thing?” His eyes focus on mine once more. He shrugs. “When you have nothing to lose, you have nothing to fear.”
