"Oh, I know I'm good at it," he snorts wryly. "That's half the problem, since no one else in this clusterfuck apparently is." He takes another good-sized swig. "Maybe it's a cultural thing to bottle it up as badly as that, who knows."
"Yeah, but he went in the direction you're supposed to go. You're fucked up for a million years and then you go to a magical space prison and get better."
He reaches over to tap Tim's glass. "Drink more and it'll make sense."
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He reaches over to tap Tim's glass. "Drink more and it'll make sense."