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"Well, kiddo, we've all been there." He pulled out a bottle of moonshine and a pack of cigarettes, offering it to the kid.
He felt a sense of kinship towards him, he understood what it was like to be depressed, to be empty. "Take what you want, it's not like the cops are gonna be tearing down the door charging me for giving you this stuff." He added after a moment, "It does help for a while, though."
The boy seemed so small and frail, so breakable. Liam kind of liked that about him, but knew that in their current position that he would not stay that way.
Time hardens everyone.