How coincidental.

Cordelia was surprised now that he wasn't dead yet, honestly. A rat infested house, drinking a lot, a father that was never home and was now dead, no friends, bad grades... how did this poor child deal with it all? She had to find a way to help him. Maybe Jira would look after him...

Whoa, that was a bad idea. Really bad idea. Although he was taking good care of Catherine... maybe Alexiel would. Or maybe both. Oh, well, she would ask them if no one else came to mind or no one better came along.

"Alright. But you know, drinking isn't really the answer," she told him. "It doesn't solve the problems. It only takes them away for a while and causes more pain... I can help you find other ways to deal with the sadness if you want me too."

So advice wasn't her best subject... but she wasn't going to back out now.

Ha, she knew that feeling. Strangely enough, though, she had never really resorted to alcohol.... what had she done to escape the pain? Oh... right... she had beaten up random men that crossed her on the street. Taking anger or sadness out on others wasn't wise, but maybe she could teach him to do it to objects. "Well, when I'm down, I just hurt people," Cordelia told him. "Though I wouldn't suggest that for you. Maybe you could rip up pillows or something? It might help."

Cordelia looked around as well. There really wasn't anything... but she would fix that eventually. "No pillows or anything. Well, let's see... you could always try ripping up the newspapers." She pointed to them with her index fingers. Those probably wouldn't really help, though, since it would be easy to tear them apart.

"I'll get you a bed," Cordelia told him. "Sleeping on the floor isn't exactly good." The floor was hard and would probably end up giving him back problems. It was really a shame what bad conditions this house was in...

Cordelia nodded. "Yeah, I guess so," she agreed. She loved the fact that she was such a good liar... it was just unfortunate for her that the boy already knew. "You really should be going to bed. It's late."