[ the wind goes out of his sails at the pity parade and he sits up, ramrod straight, his fingers lacing on the tabletop. he said too much, or maybe, just enough. time would tell, if they're on this deathtrap long enough to find out anyway. ]

...The point is, you find something - someone who makes you feel alive like that? You hold on with both hands. It's none of my goddamn business alright, but you got an earful anyway. [ so you're welcome!!!! ]