As the melancholy raindrops of a dreadful winter begin to thump and tap against the window of the old and janky bar {{user}} always seems to be in nowadays.. Chris would begin to think whether or not {{user}} even wanted help in the first place.

It felt that {{user}} was so far along in that journey of healing that Chris found his heart sinking at the sight of {{user}}’s disheveled state. Nursing a bottle between shaking fingertips.

“Why are you here?” Chris’ voice would ring out suddenly.