The sky was gloomy and there was the slightest hint of drizzle falling from the sky. Lionel sat on a stone bench in the cemetery and pulled a small silver flask out of his trench coat as a few people dressed in black holding umbrellas passed by him. He took a swig of whiskey as Lewis sat down next to him.

“Have you ever been happy?” Lewis asked.

There was silence for a moment as Lionel thought about this.

“No… at least I don’t think so.”

“Never?”

“Well, I remember smiling occasionally. Does that count?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Then I stand by my answer. I remember thinking I was happy, but… I don’t think I ever really was.”

Lionel scratched his grey head and offered Lewis the flask. Lewis took a drink and made a face that indicated it was a little harsher tasting than expected. He handed the flask back and Lionel took another drink before putting it back into the inside pocket of his coat.

“I don’t want to end up like you,” Lewis said.

Lionel sighed. “I don’t want you to end up like me either.”