[It's muttered under his breath, but he looks over at him then, really looks, and it doesn't really make him feel a hell of a lot better. Reassures for shit. He looks old. Old and sick, and neither of those things should even be possible.
He rubs his face and takes another swig of his beer while he tries to think of what the hell he can even say to that.]
NOT THE POINT
[It's muttered under his breath, but he looks over at him then, really looks, and it doesn't really make him feel a hell of a lot better. Reassures for shit. He looks old. Old and sick, and neither of those things should even be possible.
He rubs his face and takes another swig of his beer while he tries to think of what the hell he can even say to that.]
What the hell happened?