That sad look of his is enough to kill my own sense of humor dead, but I fight to revive it. This isn't gonna work if we're both sad sacks, and even if smiling makes me want to claw my own face off right about now, it feels so disingenuous, I honestly don't know what else to do.

"Little fella's been getting his exercise, huh?"

I'm in absolutely no place to judge. My place is a disaster zone and it doesn't even have the excuse of being a scrapyard.