He'd never talked about this with anyone. Not even Donald himself... Louie's smile faded a little. But he trusted Scrooge so much- he could talk to him about it. Besides, he'd let that slip out. It was only fair, he supposed.

"Before I knew how much trouble Uncle Donald has... You know, with finding jobs - and keeping jobs - and money- stuff like that."

He finally refocused his gaze as he finished talking, looking first at the mug, then up to Scrooge, then back at the mug as he wrapped his hands around it. It was nice and warm, a welcome comfort just now.