One fifth, wow. You really enjoy making me feel old, don't you?

[ Laughing for the first time in what feels like a day, he cracks a smile and tugs on a horn with a crooked finger. He grows sombre as the conversation with Jester veers in the back of his mind but he can't dredge up the courage to talk about it right now, wanting to live in the moment where Molly and he have a future in the amorphous years ahead. ]

Can we go to sleep and talk some more in the morning? I'm really tired, it's been a night.