It ain't my job now, so I ain't gonna cut ya.

[ A quiet chuckle before considering her question. The bottle of booze in his hand doesn't hold the answer, but it sure holds a bandaid for the gaping wounds inside him. ]

Yeah, 'course it does. Ain't like there's fuck all I can do 'bout it now...No matter how long it's been, I don't wanna jus' accept it.