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Sid chuckled with Alec's question. "There might have been adrenaline shots, I dunno. All I know is nothing melts a chick's heart like seeing some guy laid up in a hospital bed, dragged back from the brink of death and swearing he'll change, that he kick the habit, if she'll only be his." He put his hand- bottle and all- to his heart as though it actually touched him. Sad thing was after so many years whatever passion had driven him to spout crap like that had faded. Still, he was caught up in the memory enough that he didn't notice when Billy triggered another doping.

He kept talking and hobbling with the cane obliviously. "And I did change- for a while, but it turned out I wasn't the type to settle down. It didn't end well. She got the kid and I got to pay alimony and child support. But I did give up coke, just like I promised!"

Billy gave a miserable groan, settling back in his chair as he hugged his backpack tightly, (or as tightly as he could manage) befor he lifted the matches uselessly to Sid, wordlessly asking for help.

Alec winced as he heard the loud crash from just over his shoulder, guessing the cumbersome object would fall sooner or later judging by how awkwardly Sid was juggling it about. "'ow long were ye marreh'd?" The teen decided to press on in the conversation in hopes it would prevent any remorse for the fallen whiskey, even though he wasn't too thrilled over the topic they were discussing. Although he didn't want to talk about it, he definetly felt more open around a bunch of guys than if he was having the same conversation with anyone else so it all wasn't that bad. Billy sure didn't seem to mind.

"I'll leave the introductions up to you two," Sid said after a moment's hesitation. In the meantime he knocked the shards of glass out of the wheelchair's path with his cane.

Billy flinched at the reply, reeling in a slightly discoordinated way as his multilimbed hold on his bag shifted. "...William," He finally replied, "Where're... we goin'? Sid... where're... we goin'?"

William. Alec recorded in his memory, doubting he'd ever forget the visage of that guy anytime soon. He also seemed to have an access that struck him as similar, though definetly not from his neck of the woods.

Falling silent, the teen went about listening to the conversation and pondering the mentioned details. For one, he'd only remembered then that he'd left his spare pair of pants by the lakeside. He'd have to retriev them later. In addition, the realization that this little trek back to the Village was going to possibly take up a large amonut of time. He couldn't leave Sid alone with William, it would be impossible for the old man to ensure his safety single-handedly. Catching Sid's eye, the teen nodded calmly. Why not? He still needed his good deed for the day.

"Almos' theh, ay?" He hoped. The truth was that trudging through the underbrush pushing a wheelchair was starting to take its toll on his rubbery, vulnerable feet.

Sid took the lead again. He was moving slowly more for the sake of his leg than to keep from leaving the rusty wheelchair behind. "Fine. Then we'll just... sit and talk."

The pills never seemed to kick in fast enough. So far he just felt dizzy. It made even more difficult to try and figure how they might manage force feeding the octopus. There'd likely be more ink involved. Sid chuckled without knowing why, that possibility wasn't even funny.