"It has advantages." Jonathan agreed as he started to move some stuff off his armchair and then walked across to his kitchen. There stood his different bottles for different occasions and he felt like today was a shitty whiskey day, not a shitty spirits day. He grabbed the bottle and walked back over, setting it down on the coffee table. "I lost my f-f-family. S-Six months."

He looked at the coffee table and saw his father's journal was still open and beside it was his own sketches and formulas. He grabbed both and swiftly set them on the floor by his armchair.

"My m-mother was ... eight years ago. F-Father th-this y--year." His stutter was getting worse again, the subject of family seemed to knock him back a step. "D-Drink?"