He lets out a slow, quiet sigh, his shoulders slumping some under the weight of responsibility and helplessness. Truthfully he’s lost track of the number of partners he has had over the years - but that’s beside the point.

“…Doesn't matter.” He says, in a low, hushed tone nearly tired enough to be mistaken for defeat. He scrubs at his face. Even his skin feels tired.

“Guess m’jus’ sayin’ the first thing that pops into my mind.”