Normally he might argue, but fighting about his private life, when his guilt already ran so deep, he didn't feel up for the argument.

"No, but they had to cope in different ways." He had always held his father was perfect, but only after coming here did he see how much their father held back in his emotions. He could understand it more clearly now, knowing that loss was such a festering wound that it was easy to shut off the flow of it. His father never drank, but he found other ways to numb the pain.

"I'm not you, Sansa." He said simply, feeling the need for another drink when this was done.