The over arm wrapped around him is just an arm. Just more contact, in a lot of ways it shouldn't really matter. But Munson pulls him close and something in his chest pulls too tight, a lump settling in, heavy and thick enough to choke. And then lips press against his skin and he can't swallow, feels like he can't breathe. The words that follow only make it worse, pulls a fragmented, broken laugh from him that feels too close to a sob. He can feel his eyes starting to burn and he blinks hard to try to stall it, reaches for the bottle instead of the cup to down a couple swallows.

"Sure I did. Shit, my mom bailed because she couldn't deal with either of us. You know the shit I've done, right? I deserved every fucking second of it."