[He shrugs his shoulders, takes another long sip of the coffee.

God, the bourbon does not make it better. It's bitter, and it still reminds him of Teddy. Ugh.]

Worth talking to the guy, at least. We're all fucked here anyway, man.

[He glances sidelong to Humpty. The harsh tone, he's -- surprisingly used to that. He's used it, that exact tone.]

Might as well take common ground where you can get it.