[ Kendall tenses up sharply enough that it's kind of a flinch, but he'd have done the same if it was anyone else. Roman, Rava, Stewy – hell, even his own fucking kid. He's not good at being touched. The thing is, he does actually believe Neal. Maybe that's stupid of him, maybe he's the world's biggest sucker, but Neal sounds like he means it. Maybe it's just that Kendall wants to believe him. ]

There was this waiter at my sister's wedding. Uh – he was just a kid, and my dad kinda got in his face about something, I don't even remember what it was, but he yelled at him in front of everyone, and we ended up having to pay the kid off to keep it quiet. You know, uh, tantrums don't really... play well. Um, anyway, we... I was looking for... [ Kendall flexes his fingers a few times, presses out a breath. ] I asked him if he knew where I could get a fix. Because he was smoking weed outside, so I figured... And he did, he did know. So – but he couldn't drive, because he'd just, y'know... snorted ketamine. So I drove. And it was a manual, and I was driving on the wrong side of the road, and he saw something in the road and he tried to turn the wheel and we...

[ The last time he told the story, he'd been – well, he'd been fucked up. He's fucked up now, but it's different. He doesn't feel like crying right now; what he feels like doing is tearing something apart, breaking something expensive into a million pieces. He can still remember how pathetically he'd stumbled through the story with his siblings. Right now, his voice is clearer, but flatter. ]

We went into a lake. I swam out. I tried to go back down for him, but – it's... it's a lot harder than you think it's gonna be. And it was so dark, I could barely even see my own hands in front of me. So I just – I just swam out, and I went back to the wedding.