Oh, I'm doin' just fine. [He growls.] I love havin' my memories on view for everybody to just trip and fall into.

[He finally lifts his rusty brown eyes to Tim's face and narrows them.] Shouldn't you be somewhere feelin' sorry for yourself that this keeps happening? Your room's probably just as shit as mine.

[He's never gonna get used to people caring. It's weird and foreign.]