And now his sour look was active as he gave Drake a mean look. Drake knew Sanzo was trying to put off talking about this for longer and wasn't going to let him. Nosy piece of shit, this is what Sanzo got for being involved with a therapist.

"Several people have gotten him to talk about-" Sanzo sighed, pausing to consider his words. "Talk about the night he died. He came here afterwards."

Even talking so vaguely about that horrible night made Sanzo's stomach twinge.