Atton shrugged. He was a little more careful with his whiskey, but it was at least helping settle him somewhat.

"Wasn't trying to make it a fight," he said. "But-- space. You don't want to know how screwed up my head got over the years." He took a small sip. "And I just kept doing things to make it worse. So now I'm here, where I have a chance to unfuck it. At least a little."