Grief is a goddamn stupid thing, a thing they've had too much of. All of them. Mostly they don't talk about it, don't dwell on it. Doesn't mean they don't suffer through it. Daryl, of all people, he knows. Aaron ought to know. This is as good a moment as any to do whatever he's got to do and push through it.

He's not sure, though, how to answer that.

"His booze?" he guesses, not sure if it matters. Some folks are like that-- they swear off 'cause of what they've seen, not what it does to them. He can't exactly relate. (He's sure as shit not eager to share stories about his parents. It's one thing to listen. That much he can do.)