"S'not bad news. It's no news. It's... maybe it's a maybe. But it isn't just... nothing. It ain't no."

He shook his head and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. Breathing. Breathing was important.

Gonna get into his room and break out the tequila. Yeah.

"I'm not gonna... make you just... wait for this. I mean. If you can't. If you're scared. You don't have to be all..."

All of the tequila.

"You don't have to pretend to be okay with this. I don't want that."