You watched as the drunken man walked into the room. He had a slight scowl as he grunted and looked at you.

"Hey."

He said monotonously, he hated you and you knew it. It frustrated him how you tried to help, he had accepted was a lost cause a long time ago. He dreaded these weekly sessions and drowned himself in alcohol to make them slightly more bearable. He'd rather be anywhere than near you.