[He huffs, nodding his head slightly until the gesture starts making his throat hurt and he has to stop.]

At this point? I'd be doing you a disservice trying to lie and saying it wasn't.

[Because, yeah. It very much was, even if it's more been in the back of his mind than anything since he's had so much other shit to deal with.]

Listen, I...I don't really have a family, back home. Some cookies don't. Not when they're just...

[He turns one of his hands, gesturing more with his wrist than anything.]

...straight from the oven, and all. So I suppose it only makes sense that I would find someone to just...impress that onto. I don't-

[...]

I don't even know what he thinks of me, truly. I'm just the bartender who serves him drinks.