"No shit?" Dan says, then laughs. "Boat's sailed on that one."
Dan has a tendency to feel like he's white-knuckling it through each day, barely keeping himself together enough to avoid going on a bender or getting himself killed or both. He doesn't think that he has a lot of bandwidth left over for the trial of nicotine withdrawal. So much of Dan's behavior careens towards instant gratification because he thinks he doesn't have it left in him to sit with any more discomfort than he already feels.
He holds his hand out. By now, his fingers are red more than anything, which makes some of the white gunpowder and bite mark scars show up more dramatically in the firelight. "That's why, huh? Did you go to medical school or did you just pick that up?"
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Dan has a tendency to feel like he's white-knuckling it through each day, barely keeping himself together enough to avoid going on a bender or getting himself killed or both. He doesn't think that he has a lot of bandwidth left over for the trial of nicotine withdrawal. So much of Dan's behavior careens towards instant gratification because he thinks he doesn't have it left in him to sit with any more discomfort than he already feels.
He holds his hand out. By now, his fingers are red more than anything, which makes some of the white gunpowder and bite mark scars show up more dramatically in the firelight. "That's why, huh? Did you go to medical school or did you just pick that up?"