"I am made of potatoes an' whiskey," Davin says with a laugh. "An' coffee, o' course."

He looks at her with a soft, pleased smile. She's right about his support system, and he couldn't be more grateful. There are so many people that care about him, and it leaves him a little stunned. It took him a long time to get here, and a lot of lonely years and dumb choices, but he's here. He's happy. "Thanks, Brigid. An' I hope ya know the same goes for me."