Ned has no objection to cherry brandy. When Charlie sets it on the bar he pulls it towards himself, perching on a stool and tucking his long legs beneath it. "It wasn't that bad." By which he means yes, he was that young, "I was just frightened they were never going to let me out. You know what it's like when you're a kid. No one bothers to explain what's going on."

Ned pours himself a shot of the brandy (that was the handiest glass, and he doesn't think Charlie's going to judge him for using the wrong cup) and one for Charlie, too. "There was another boy, Eugene. He was-" Ned hesitates, just for a moment, "- a friend of mine. We were together when we found the guy, but they let him out after a couple of hours. His parents kicked up a fuss."

Down the hatch with the brandy.