Ruhn sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey. His thoughts had swallowed him enough that he sat here. Wishing a lot of different things, not able to grasp them.

It seemed like a dream what had happened. All that had gone down. Leaving him alive and more broken that his father ever did. He couldn’t face you, didn’t want to admit how hurt he was.

“I told you not to come.” He whispered weakly, looking down at the whiskey.