"I thought I did, but turns out I was wrong. I'm having that experience a lot, actually." He leans back in the chair, relaxing rather than slumping in exasperated confusion. The beer bottle stays in his hands as something to fidget with, but he's not going to waste the drink.

"I think it could be good. I think it could be better than what we had. You know there's a considerable age gap. He's got a few centuries on me." If he's not careful, he's going really going to turn this into slumber party chatter.

"Jesus, I'm fucked," he sighs, but without any actual irritation.