I really kinda don't wanna talk about him right now or I'm liable to go punch something, and this here's my punching arm. [Not actually go punch something, but it makes him angry and anxious and scared and disappointed all at the same time and he doesn't know what to do with that other than...get angrier.]

...Yeah, guess I'm tired, but I'm up for the company. People have been visiting all day. It's...been nice? It's like they care. Even though they don't have much reason to other than they're not murderous fuckheads, hopefully.