yeah, we're wrecked. At least I'm aware of it? That's good. That means I'm not as bad off... or my paranoia is keeping me slightly more alert. Maybe a combination of that and Verdi resetting my clock, as it were.

"I like your kind of medicine, Lucien. Very much so," Laugh, and shake my head. "It's all about knowing your patient. Once you know the malady, you can find the right course of treatment."

"Fine. If we must behave, then I suppose we'll have to."

"It's not a want, more of a necessary evil. That and..." Eyes dart around, searching the darkness. He rambles on, and figures my place is closer. Good, whatever. "I've got booze enough for the night." I assure him, and try to move us a bit quicker. "You know, for a skinny fuck, you are quite the lump to keep moving." I mutter, hoping the sheer will I have to get my somewhat addled brain to clear will work.

"I'm trying to forget all my troubles, remember?"

We're moving slightly better now, so I allow myself to relax a tiny bit. "I am sure we can find some more diversions to make you forget your troubles. I seem to always fall into it, so you can laugh at my misfortune. Hey! Maybe Lannie will be there and we can re-negotiate her dowry..."