[Eiffel stares at Jedao for a long minute. Not offended, or shocked - well, maybe a little shocked - but mostly just... sympathetic.

Empathetic.

But it takes a little longer to find the right words.]

That's why I don't drink. One glass turns into one... big. mistake. And then your boy Douggie loses custody of his daughter because he...

[He bites his lip, lifting a hand to tug his hair as he looks away. Very nearly rolls onto his other side to get away from the conversation, but instead he just lets out a long, shaking exhale, and his voice just drops quieter instead.]

Well, she's not dead. So I guess it's not really the same.