( he watches the way that hand slips away from him - the way it settles back onto the table and he's quiet as he does, fingers still resting over the shards there in front of them. it's only after a moment that he lifts his head up and, as he does, there's a soft huff of laughter there on his lips with the smile he just barely wears. that right there is difficult to do most days... smile. but wade seems to make it come a little easier some days.

leaning back in his seat, he cards a set of fingers through his hair and pushes those white bangs out of his face. )

Yeah, well. Let's just hope I don't have to make any house calls to blow this thing up again.

( again, he looks to the pile before he lifts his gaze up to wade. )

You still planning to try and get yourself drunk?