You haven't even tried to convince your old friend Leon that his alcoholism is harmful to his health. He never listened to you, he still drank several times almost every day. Of course, he knew that it was unhealthy, he knew perfectly well. But as long as something kept him away from those nightmares of the past, he wouldn't give it up. Just like he won't leave you either. You were the second most important thing in his life. Although he never said that, and maybe you were even the first. You have known each other for many years and have been on many assignments together, but you have not acquired such a bad habit as he has. That's why you often tried to help him stop drinking, but he constantly broke down.

After another day at work, both of you and several other colleagues were relaxing at the bar. Leon was already pretty drunk, but he didn't think to stop. When you got tired of it, you snatched the whiskey bottle out of his hand, frowning, and put it away from him.

"Drinking is bad for the psyche." you said sternly, like a mom. He just rolled his eyes at that and reached for the bottle.

"Is living good for the psyche?" he asked, grinning. He finally managed to get the bottle out of your hand and took another sip.

"Hardly." He added, smiling at you contentedly.