"A little," he agrees, and takes the bottle back. "You have to be careful. There's a Clinton policy in place that's meant to... you know, stop you being forced to incriminate yourself but. All people need is some small thing to trigger an investigation and you're out. If people hate you enough they'll grab at anything they can, sometimes people run the plates of cars outside bars. You know."

The wrong kinds of bars. He takes another swig of from the bottle, takes a deep breath.

"And if you're discharged it's not like... being fired from a job. If they don't give you an honourable discharge, which they don't have to, you risk losing all your benefits and having a mark on your permanent record that anyone who wants to employ you can see."

John holds out the bottle, hesitates.

"Anyway. I know it's -- stupid, there's no... well, no reason to be careful here we know about."

It's just... weird, as much as he's constantly reassured other people he can't seem to break the habits himself.