"I know you can't." It was Famine's words he heard in his mind. There's a hole and nothing can fill it. Not drink, not food, not sex. He's feeling that again. He never stopped feeling it, but there's only so much he can lose, and so much he can give before it's going to swallow him whole.

Right now Sam was the only thing stopping it, and the drink was just numbing the ragged edges.

"Just... focus on the job first." And the next one and the next one.