I nod wordlessly, knocking back what's left in my glass, watching the last drop or two swirl in the bottom when I roll the glass between my palms. I don't know what to say. I can't keep asking questions I know he doesn't wanna answer. It's rare, seeing him like this, and I never know quite what to do when I do.

Worrying my bottom lip with my teeth, I nudge his boot under the table with my battered sneaker, trying to say as much as I can without a goddamn hug or pat on the back or whatever.