Tuco just shrugged a little, unconvinced. His chin rose and fell again as he pulled one of his arms free and reached for his glass. Watching the bartender pour yet another two drinks, he tilted it back and swallowed. Cleared his throat like maybe it burned a little. "A doctor," he said, wrinkling his nose. "I never drank with a doctor before."

It wasn't a profession he'd have paired with a bottle of bourbon. It wasn't a type he'd normally have readily associated with, either. Sitting there, elbow-to-elbow, he realized how different the two of them must have looked. How destitute he must have seemed for the man to have given him that handout in the first place.

"I probably shouldn't have brought you here, huh?"