[Oh fun, they're coming back to it immediately, that's lovely. Junpei can't help it, gaze sliding away to look at nothing somewhere else, fidgeting with some vague sense of shame for this next part. This is the thing he tried to tell Akane and Carlos, so it carries an extra layer of embarrassment to try and say it again now, despite how different the situation is.

Charles did say he could pass. But, no, he'll have to start somewhere. He almost tries to preface with a "don't judge me," but that's implied, surely.]

I drank a lot. All our jobs were the worst of the worst, you know? Couldn't have just gotten away with "prove my husband cheated," we were neck deep in shit like organ trading, murder... A lot of my coworkers were there one day and gone the next.

[It truly did suck, mild as that feels. He'd told Carlos and Akane he was probably going numb; it's likely still true.]

So, I drank a lot. Slept in the tub with the shower on... thought it would get rid of the smell of blood. It didn't, not really.