Don't like talking about it, I suppose. He only drank on his days off but boy, did he drink then. I kind of turned into his dad then. When he needed to get to bed or...to the bathroom. That kind of thing.

[ He no longer sounds amused. If York were to look at him now, he'd see that North is looking off into the middle distance. He's silent for a good long moment. ]

He worked thirds. Mom worked seconds, waiting tables. God, did she hate it that he spent so much on alcohol. She busted her ass and he...he...

Well.

[ He sniffs. ]

I know it's a big joke, that 'I learned it by watching you' thing, but...