"You know, I used to do that a lot too. Trying to, uh, cut back these days." Booker wasn't exactly sober but he didn't drink himself numb every single day like before. He was trying to avoid getting drunk. "Someone once told me I was doing a shit job of living and I'm working on it."

He still loved and admired Andy a great deal and he missed his family every fucking day of his life. Booker spent a lot of time drunk before he sorted his shit out. Only a few more decades before he saw them all again.

"Good luck with it." Booker would sit and finish his drink and then maybe be sad in his safe house for awhile. He understood Marcus' loneliness all too well but he wasn't Nicky with wise words of comfort or Joe with his optimism. He was an ass and a bastard. The best he could do was drink a little bit.