"I drink." It was a truthful answer and said in a tone that suggests he knows good and well that he drinks too much. Another day he would have left it there, but Raylan's words are echoing in his head so he looks down at his clasped hands.

"I read," he explains. "Young adult, fantasy novels, I watch old time cartoons on weekends; Bugs Bunny, Animaniacs and I like coloring books. Not those pretentious adult coloring books, but ones I find at yard sales and flea markets. Things like that." He unfolds his hands and takes a deep, cautious breath before pushing himself a little further.

"The other night, with the grilled cheese and the board game. I'd gotten blind drunk the prior two nights and I knew I couldn't take a third like that. Having people around, distracting myself with childhood comforts like that. It counterbalances an active episode; brings it down to a manageable place."