Francis dutifully nodded as he listened. "Sure sure. I was just making random guesses, I didn't know. I'm sure you have your reasons why you do anything." He hummed slightly and stared at the half empty glass before taking another minuscule sip. "Not that you need a reason. Why was I a farmer? Cause my parents were? Why am I doing nothing now? Because I have no options? I'm sure if I could clean myself up and wanted to be really responsible, someone could take pity on me. Or maybe someone would see I'm someone with no options that they could take advantage of. Either way, I could change. But I don't." He smiled slightly. "Tell me something else. Something easier." He could see faint lines of distress on the old man's face starting to form.