Marco groaned at that and let himself slump onto the table, only sitting up enough to chug back another shot. "I don't care where it takes me. I'll make it my own, that's not what worries me."

Another drink, another slump and Marco mumbled a little incoherently into his arm for a bit before moving the arm to speak more clearly. "I don't want to let go of the past, because right now, even if it's painful and it sucks, it's all I have of them. It's disloyal to just move on, even though they'd want me to be happy."

It was obvious just how much he'd drunk by now, or he never would have said this out loud.