"hey, hey don't fight so much. It'll tire you out. I know that's a lot coming from me but like, trust me..." he says, holding Kyle against him. He doesn't slip through his fingers like sand either. Not like others have.

"I know, it's just like fuel, you know? It doesn't matter, just do me a favour and think about like... the smell of linoleum and the way fake leather La-Z-Boys feel. Just 'til you're back on your feet."