[ He's in a bad way, but he can rein himself in for now. 'Brother' gets a quick, slanted smile, the best his mood can manage. ]
Well, sis. I've had better days. [ Like, most of them. ] I feel 'bout as good as I look.
[ And he knows it's like he's been through a bender every night he's been out. Still, he's calm when he crushes his cigarette into the gravel, if in a taut-wire way. He should check in too. ] —You're not sick, are you?
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Well, sis. I've had better days. [ Like, most of them. ] I feel 'bout as good as I look.
[ And he knows it's like he's been through a bender every night he's been out. Still, he's calm when he crushes his cigarette into the gravel, if in a taut-wire way. He should check in too. ] —You're not sick, are you?